Текст: Finch. Hail To The Fire.

Black out the sky
Shut out the eyes
Never the haunted cry
Bored of surmise am I

Closer to shore
The bones of the scorned
Clamor to pass the lore
Their hurt no more

Hail to the fire
Blood red desire
An apparition found
Inhabiting the sound

Hollow the moan
Cut to the bone
Fearing the stone unsown
Etched in stone

Black out the sky
Shut out the eyes
Never the haunted cry

Bored of surmise am I

Hail to the fire
Blood red desire
An apparition found
Inhabiting the sound

Floating, Lonely, Ahhhh
Floating, Lonely, Floating, Lonely

Hail to the fire
Blood red desire
An apparition found
Inhabiting the sound

Hail to the fire
Blood red desire
An apparition found
Inhabiting the sound