Drawing Flies Letra

and all the rite, all the rotten gazes that reach out upon the lands i’ve wandered

left to climb the mountain so high


when the mind grows older

we can decide the end of survive

it’s all intertwined

we’ve known this all these years

and as the tribe rolls onward,

burning the pyres and swallowing embers

holding for miles, the source of all their fears


fall in line, you’ve done your time

the gold is mine my brother

you seem so troubled

hey, you better make time


all is lost, set the course

you’re cold as frost my brother

you seem so troubled

hey, you better make time


there are ancient pathways through mountains

they say you need only guides

i often ask myself just why

and all is lost

and all the talk of how they bleed through the valleys

bookend in torture

as they climb the mountain so high


reach down today

(Gracias a Alan por esta letra)