Limbs letra

The texture of the soul is a liquid that casts a vermilion flood
From a wound carved as an oath; it fills the river bank a sanguine fog
These arms were meant to be lost! Hacked, severed and forgotten
The texture of time is a whisper that echoes across the flood

It's hymn resonates from tree to tree, through every sullen bough it sings
These boughs were said to be lost! Torn, unearthed and broken
Earth to flesh, flesh to wood, cast these limbs into the water
Flesh to wood, wood to stone, cast this stone into the water

Agalloch - Letras

• (serpens caput)
• A Celebration For The Death Of Man...
• A Desolation Song
• A Poem By Yeats
• And The Great Cold Death Of The Earth
• As Embers Dress The Sky
• Birch White
• Birth and Death of the Pillars of Creation
• Black Lake Nidstång
• Bloodbirds
• Celestial Effigy
• Cor Serpentis (The Sphere)
• Dark Matter Gods
• Dead Winter Days
• Falling Snow
• Faustian Echoes
• Fire Above, Ice Below
• Foliorum Viridum
• Ghosts Of The Midwinter Fires
• Hallways Of Enchanted Ebony
• I Am The Wooden Doors
• In The Shadow Of Our Pale Companion
• Into The Painted Grey
• Isle Of Summer
• Kneel To The Cross
• Limbs
• Not Unlike The Waves
• Of Stone, Wind And Pillor
• Our Fortress Is Burning... II - Bloodbirds
• She Painted Fire Across The Skyline
• She Painted Fire Across the Skyline, Part 2
• She Painted Fire Across the Skyline, Part 3
• Sowilo Rune
• Summerisle Reprise
• The Astral Dialogue
• The Falling Snow
• The Hawthorne Passage
• The Melancholy Spirit
• The Misshapen Steed
• The Watcher's Monolith
• The Wilderness
• They Escaped The Weight Of Darkness
• This Old Cabin
• To Drown
• Tomorrow Will Never Come
• Vales Beyond Dimension
• Where The Shade Once Was
• You Were But A Ghost In My Arms