Thrush and Wake

歌词

Feel the ancient sound

With a feathered pulse

The aged thrush

Bound to death's dark wing

Silently it asks

"Do we need joy?"

It's nothing more

Than shame and loss

Morning choir sings

To warm the hearts

Of crueler beings

As they take my wings

专辑信息

1.The Funeral Bazaar

4.The Last King Falls

6.A Joyless Occasion

7.Yearning for the Tide

9.The Hallowing

10.Thrush and Wake