Letra de The Burning Season
Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me... I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flowSee the shoreline Scattered with their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky... For it is A season's birthWe'll drown the newborn Like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We'll take a needle To the arm of the world For it is our seasonWe'll burn the temples Of the righteous And rend them as ashes To the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new seasonBring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me... I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow