Text skladby The Crones
z alba The Crones (singel)
Autor textu: Martin Tomáš
Endless
screams from the hole in his head,
as I look at the tree
that´s growing here dead.
The evil
sisters they ask for so much.
Not a single thought mine
being tight in their clutch.
Their crowns
open
to let the heavens shine
on the moss
that convenes
the ones thought once mine.
All their
plague by my hand has been spread
and now you can't see
the forest for the dead.
It now is done
cheerfully they sang
and from a listening tree
my body will hang.
It starts
to burn
ravens feast on my eyes.
The fate
as knife
the silent command abides.
It feels like
they're in control.
Compared to them
we are so small.
Look at the trees
just look at them please.
Those trees have
human ears for leaves.
