Dreams Of The Many letra

At the bottom
A past is past and the
field is blind with sun
To the ear
She felt the moment float
She let her faith become
Weak
With a hand
Lift lid for the last
Collects her hem for a run
Eyes away
God's sweet breath is felt
And the dead branch
Has bloom anew
On a cheek
Pride can truly melt the
Dreams of the many
Lost in the few

Mors Syphilitica - Letras

• A Lullaby of Sorts
• Below The Baleful Star
• Dreams Of The Many
• Fell A Dance
• One Sad Thought
• Passing Shadows
• Song For A Sick Child
• The Vain Stroke
• The Woman Who Believed
• Whispers In The House Of Truth