Tacit I
๐ต 260 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:58 duration
๐ ID: 18133867
๐ Lyrics
Raising another tower
Crumbling in the shadows
Of the forming idea
Too tired for pride
A thunderous voice
In cold, wordless tongues
Resonate deep
In the heart of the night
The bittersweet song
Of a poets lament;
That even his best
Are but feeble translations
Crumbling in the shadows
Of the forming idea
Too tired for pride
A thunderous voice
In cold, wordless tongues
Resonate deep
In the heart of the night
The bittersweet song
Of a poets lament;
That even his best
Are but feeble translations