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HOLYVOID - Petrified Bloom
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Текст песни: A drop of resin in the open palm
An ancient fever disguised as calm
We planted statues where the roses bled
Feeding the silence with the words unsaid
The air is crystal, the sky is lead
We make an altar for the almost dead
The sap is freezing in the vein
A painless way to drink the pain
Hold your breath
Become the stone
We are blooming in the petrified frost
Counting the value of everything lost
A garden carved out of porcelain bone
Sitting so quiet upon the throne
Is it a sanctuary, is it a grave?
A cold, white pyre that will never burn
The leaves of quartz begin to weigh us down
Another jewel for a heavy crown
There is no decay when the pulse is stalled
Just a gallery where the shadows crawled
The roots are iron, the soil is dry
We gave up the ground just to catch the sky
The sap is freezing in the vein
A painless way to drink the pain
Hold your breath
Become the stone
We are blooming in the petrified frost
Counting the value of everything lost
A garden carved out of porcelain bone
Sitting so quiet upon the throne
Is it a sanctuary, is it a grave?
A cold, white pyre that will never burn
SHATTER THE STEM
FRACTURE THE SPINE
THIS MONUMENT WAS NEVER MINE
TEAR OUT THE ROOTS OF JADE
WATCH THE IMMORTAL FADE
CRUSH IT TO ASH
CRUSH IT TO DUST
INTO THE WHITE
INTO THE RUST
Petals of marble
Veins turned to glass
Nothing will blossom
Nothing will pass
Just sleep
Deep in the frost
We are blooming in the petrified frost
Counting the value of everything lost
A garden carved out of porcelain bone
Sitting so quiet upon the throne
Is it a sanctuary, is it a grave?
A cold, white pyre that will never burn
Cold as the marrow...
Still as the stone...
A beautiful cage...
To die alone
An ancient fever disguised as calm
We planted statues where the roses bled
Feeding the silence with the words unsaid
The air is crystal, the sky is lead
We make an altar for the almost dead
The sap is freezing in the vein
A painless way to drink the pain
Hold your breath
Become the stone
We are blooming in the petrified frost
Counting the value of everything lost
A garden carved out of porcelain bone
Sitting so quiet upon the throne
Is it a sanctuary, is it a grave?
A cold, white pyre that will never burn
The leaves of quartz begin to weigh us down
Another jewel for a heavy crown
There is no decay when the pulse is stalled
Just a gallery where the shadows crawled
The roots are iron, the soil is dry
We gave up the ground just to catch the sky
The sap is freezing in the vein
A painless way to drink the pain
Hold your breath
Become the stone
We are blooming in the petrified frost
Counting the value of everything lost
A garden carved out of porcelain bone
Sitting so quiet upon the throne
Is it a sanctuary, is it a grave?
A cold, white pyre that will never burn
SHATTER THE STEM
FRACTURE THE SPINE
THIS MONUMENT WAS NEVER MINE
TEAR OUT THE ROOTS OF JADE
WATCH THE IMMORTAL FADE
CRUSH IT TO ASH
CRUSH IT TO DUST
INTO THE WHITE
INTO THE RUST
Petals of marble
Veins turned to glass
Nothing will blossom
Nothing will pass
Just sleep
Deep in the frost
We are blooming in the petrified frost
Counting the value of everything lost
A garden carved out of porcelain bone
Sitting so quiet upon the throne
Is it a sanctuary, is it a grave?
A cold, white pyre that will never burn
Cold as the marrow...
Still as the stone...
A beautiful cage...
To die alone
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