Текст: Tarot. Crows Fly Black. Before The Skies Come Down.

The ropes want to fell your neck.
To embrace is good for dirt and wood.
Growing shadows with every light you stepped into.
They're coming for you, smothering the sun, life is done.

Before the skies come down.
You try to live and see.
Before the skies come down.
You try some more than me.

The stars have led me astray.
Beneath my feet the Earth just moved away.
Who changed the world, unhinged the time?
Orbits in decay, crushed by the black sun,
life was done.

Before the skies come down.
You try to live and see.
Before the skies come down.
You try some more than me.