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Will of Whispers - Tomb Mold
Composed by：Tomb Mold
Every word primes the nerves
They dissolve our euphoric cluster
We are at each other's mercy
But what pushes you onward
But what pushes you onward
But what pushes you onward
Our roots coil and ripen
And the believing heart opens all doors
Those fixed in their years quietly wait for all to disappear
Our tattered beauty held close to a corpse
All that provokes awe is sublime
Time without haste
Patience without release
You light your way to sorrow
You light your way to sorrow
Underneath the greater beauty and aura
Is this where truth begins
Experience both its calm and storm
Behind our ache where fire forms
Along the line in which spirits travel
I want to weep there in that place
Lead me now where you are
Then sleep with our sex at rest
It traces me to here to where I must purge myself at last
Our divine truth is both cruel and fatal
All are allowed their secrets all are allowed their spirits
All are allowed their solace all are allowed their sorrow
But who will remove the blade from between my eyes
From between my eyes
All are allowed their secrets all are allowed their sorrow
