In Longing
Shape of Despair
Lay the words On open wounds Head in hands Dragging feet Cortege is waiting Moving slow All this life force Now fallen, fallen to the stone Your name is written With the language of longing, of longing
Lay the words On open wounds Head in hands Dragging feet Cortege is waiting Moving slow All this life force Now fallen, fallen to the stone Your name is written With the language of longing, of longing