Psyches Muse - Solome | Текст песни

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She casts the mighty shadow,
the darkness of the deep
And makes for me a bottle,
my soul for her to keep.

She traps me in this bottle
with honey and with hate
And only knows her future
if she can seal my fate

Solome the whore
asks for my head
Dancing on the water she
turns the sea to red

And the grapevine bleeds
while her horses tread
Her suitors are suited,
her flatterers are fed

Many will die and
nothing will be said

I'm a genie with a message
in my bottle I await

For a dove to release me
before it is too late

There is a time to give
and a time to take
There's a time of the dove
and a time for the snake

The sowers sow
and the reapers reap
And the wolves are
keepers of the sheep

Solome the whore
asks for my head
Dancing on the water she
turns the sea to red

And the grapevine bleeds
while her horses tread
Her suitors are suited,
her flatterers are fed

Many will die and
nothing will be said

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