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Lascar - Petals lyrics

Artist: Lascar

album: Wildlife


Like a cold febrile night breathing through the open pores.
The sound of the hooves, the dead eyes of the horses,
And the fog of whispers, and the blood on the rivers.
A golden marionette skin the wet surface
As a rain of petals falls through the woods,
The shape of the monster is familiar to the multitude.
They choose to pass through the shattered path.

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