Mute
Moonspell
5:59Men with both roots and wings They tie us down and ask us to leave They are teachings unheard, they are bodies on smoke Men with both roots and wings At a singular voice, we moan Our teachings mislead, our teachings like smoke We sleep between the storm that was And the storm which has to come And the storm which has to come We sleep between the storm that was And the storm which has to come And the storm which has to come We've learnt to learn everywhere And the very own nature has taught us to wait Difference does sound like sin, equality reliefs And that fame rhymes with hate yet everything is fair On the intervals of your death On the intervals of your death Misguided demons or forthcoming heroes Each one with an important name Nothing else than an important name Men with both roots and wings At a certain time, we are one Our little tricks, our innocence stubborn Men with just little wings, men with just little minds Men with just little eyes, men with just little deeds Sleeping between the storm that was And the wind which fails to come And the wind which fails to come Sleeping between the storm that was And the wind which fails to come And the wind which fails to come Blow us away (away) Blow us away (away) Blow us away (away) Blow us away (away)