Текст песни Wither & Wane (Ithaca) с переводом

Searching for something on the outside

To scatter seeds that I will never sow

Waning, wasting on the inside

I found nothing at the end of the road

A blackened path

The flash of teeth

To light up the dark

For the long deceased

And now the grass is withering under my feet

I could say I’m sorry but I wouldn’t mean it

I could say I’m sorry but I wouldn’t mean it

I wouldn’t mean it

Searching for something on the outside

To scatter seeds that I will never sow

Waning, wasting on the inside

I found nothing at the end of the road

Wither (and waste away)

Running (from slow decay)

The unholy (speaks my name)

A blackened path do all obey

Wither (and waste away)

Running (from slow decay)

The unholy (speaks my name)

A blackened path do all obey

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