Falling Up - Streams Of Woe At Acheron lyrics

rate me

Turn away I'll pull the fangs out

Spinning room it's getting dark

This is the green lift, this is the archer

You never say that

This is the green lift, this is the archer

This starry night, the blue of seas

Are lifted off the ground

So poised and still, the figures hold

That I will not be found

Turn away the Islet spiders

Gloaming pulse, the Siletzs stole

This is the green lift, this is the archer

This starry night, the blue of seas

Are lifted off the ground

So poised and still, the figures hold

That I will not be found

This is the green lift, this is the archer

This starry night, the blue of seas

Are lifted off the ground

So poised and still, the figures hold

That I will not be found

And on towards the fortress...