Letra de Lavender Mist
Here there are no leaves for the wind to stir Even for winds of Spring Trying to learn what years secretly whisper And only the echoes answerHush HushMolting like a serpent Taking on a new form Deep vibrations as imperative as deathMolting like a serpent Molting like a serpent Taking on a new form Within my lavender mistSomething stirs We wake the beast to still the clamor Feathered by day Scaled by night The weary poet Withered to a husk Peeling back the hollow shell Of a thorn-crowned God All that I can remember Is that this is not a dream Is that this is not a dreamHush Hush Hush HushMolting like a serpent Taking on a new form Deep vibrations as imperative as deathMolting like a serpent All that I can remember Is that this is not a dream