Cult Of Luna

Three Bridges

Cult Of Luna


Out from the cold
Fear released its hold
In the distance a bridge appears
In the thaw a raging river revealed

Here flows my blood
This is my home
Above
The sky shimmers in gold

Through streets overseen by trees
Through a city full of memories
My breath is heavy
Air rushes in

All that is hidden is under my skin
In the cracks of my own image is where I see the light
Three bridges to cross before we can reunite
Your voice is holy I bow

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