Sirens In Filth-Novembre

[ti:Sirens In Filth] [ar:Novembre] [al:Wish I Could Dream It Again] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Sirens In Filth - Novembre [01:48.90]Bitterness blows in the heart [01:51.27] [01:51.82]Like chilly draughts in the hall [01:53.40] [01:54.21]Of a crystal castle [01:55.07] [01:56.83]Lost among clouds made of gold [01:58.13] [02:00.11]Those anxieting visions [02:00.72] [02:01.30]Images behind frozen windows [02:02.19] [02:03.96]Make my eyes bleed [02:04.66] [02:08.46]Ebony blood [02:08.84] [02:45.71]When the silvergray fluid shall crack reality＇s walls [02:49.02] [02:51.43]Mixing with blood and filth as sirens swimming in pitch [02:55.19] [02:56.96]When the sweet arcades of these desperate our owns [03:00.23] [03:03.12]Trickle down upon yhe misery of this dead everyday life [03:05.95] [03:08.03]Like pitch on your wings [03:09.14] [03:10.22]Like a child lost in a war [03:11.81] [03:13.71]Like dark paint upon a shiny picture [03:15.37] [03:16.40]Like dirty sperm on a toy [03:18.44] [03:19.64]And whwn the new star will shine of it＇s own black [03:24.20] [03:25.70]And there will be nowhere to shelter [03:28.92] [04:14.50]Maybe they＇ll understand who we are [04:16.10]What we＇ll always cry for