None so hopelessly blind
Is he who will not look
None so hopelessly kind
Is he who didn't see, they took
All that is feral, that is sweet
In this war against descent
You shook your head and took the knife instead
But that's not what I meant
Into the snow grass
Upon the hills
Holy this and holy that
but there's no friendly shapes here
Oh, and the blood has made our dream hard to light
It's only rough magic
There's nothing to ignite
I've overplayed my hand
You never screamed
Though you talked from a dream
Yeah, you never screamed
Though you talked from a dream
Too
None so hopelessly blind
Is he who will not look
None so hopelessly kind
Is he who didn't see, they took
All that is feral, that is sweet
In this war against descent
And you shook your head and took the knife instead
But that's not what I meant
Into the snow grass
Upon the hills
Holy this and holy that
but there's no friendly shapes here
Oh and the blood has made our dream hard to like
It's only rough magic
There's nothing to it
And I, oh, I've overplayed my hand
And you never screamed
Although you talked from a dream
Oh, you never screamed
Although you talked from a dream
Too
Oh, and the blood has made our dream hard to like
It's only rough magic
There's nothing to it
And I, I've overplayed my hand
And you never screamed
Although you talked from a dream
Oh, you never screamed
Although you talked from a dream
Too
compositores: Jérôme Reuter
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