Way of the Light
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โฑ๏ธ 2:34 duration
๐ ID: 25954974
๐ Lyrics
There is a way into the darkness
That only the hounds of hell know
Where the way is paved with skulls and snakes
And the dead are strewn like paste
On brimstone black as bleakness
And the air is filled with the sharp scent of mistakes
The sky above the inside of a great hall
The texture of skin stolen from lost souls
Teeth are the braille of the world of the dead
Fire is the destination and the cure from its searing heat
Wolves are nothing more than guides to the darkest places amidst the trees
Snow is nothing but a blanket of slow and eternal sleep
You will say the fire in the eyes of figures in your sleep was sincere
But the way to atonement lies not in the beds of the sleep clinic
But against the cliff faces beaten down by the waves
The powders that you dissolve on your skin will absolve you of wrongdoing
The ether soaked in the rag is the gateway to the realm of the awfully forgiving
And you will know the chains by the way the rhythm of bones
Locked in by skin, stretched taut
Will shiver as the beat becomes madness within
That only the hounds of hell know
Where the way is paved with skulls and snakes
And the dead are strewn like paste
On brimstone black as bleakness
And the air is filled with the sharp scent of mistakes
The sky above the inside of a great hall
The texture of skin stolen from lost souls
Teeth are the braille of the world of the dead
Fire is the destination and the cure from its searing heat
Wolves are nothing more than guides to the darkest places amidst the trees
Snow is nothing but a blanket of slow and eternal sleep
You will say the fire in the eyes of figures in your sleep was sincere
But the way to atonement lies not in the beds of the sleep clinic
But against the cliff faces beaten down by the waves
The powders that you dissolve on your skin will absolve you of wrongdoing
The ether soaked in the rag is the gateway to the realm of the awfully forgiving
And you will know the chains by the way the rhythm of bones
Locked in by skin, stretched taut
Will shiver as the beat becomes madness within
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:24.85] There is a way into the darkness
[00:32.68] That only the hounds of hell know
[00:39.39] Where the way is paved with skulls and snakes
[00:44.35] And the dead are strewn like paste
[00:48.64] On brimstone black as bleakness
[00:56.34] And the air is filled with the sharp scent of mistakes
[01:04.14] The sky above the inside of a great hall
[01:07.75] The texture of skin stolen from lost souls
[01:13.68] Teeth are the braille of the world of the dead
[01:16.24] Fire is the destination and the cure from its searing heat
[01:24.11] Wolves are nothing more than guides to the darkest places amidst the trees
[01:29.27] Snow is nothing but a blanket of slow and eternal sleep
[01:34.42] You will say the fire in the eyes of figures in your sleep was sincere
[01:39.32] But the way to atonement lies not in the beds of the sleep clinic
[01:43.34] But against the cliff faces beaten down by the waves
[01:48.73]
[02:01.76] The powders that you dissolve on your skin will absolve you of wrongdoing
[02:08.77] The ether soaked in the rag is the gateway to the realm of the awfully forgiving
[02:18.99] And you will know the chains by the way the rhythm of bones
[02:23.18] Locked in by skin, stretched taut
[02:25.42] Will shiver as the beat becomes madness within
[02:29.12]
[00:32.68] That only the hounds of hell know
[00:39.39] Where the way is paved with skulls and snakes
[00:44.35] And the dead are strewn like paste
[00:48.64] On brimstone black as bleakness
[00:56.34] And the air is filled with the sharp scent of mistakes
[01:04.14] The sky above the inside of a great hall
[01:07.75] The texture of skin stolen from lost souls
[01:13.68] Teeth are the braille of the world of the dead
[01:16.24] Fire is the destination and the cure from its searing heat
[01:24.11] Wolves are nothing more than guides to the darkest places amidst the trees
[01:29.27] Snow is nothing but a blanket of slow and eternal sleep
[01:34.42] You will say the fire in the eyes of figures in your sleep was sincere
[01:39.32] But the way to atonement lies not in the beds of the sleep clinic
[01:43.34] But against the cliff faces beaten down by the waves
[01:48.73]
[02:01.76] The powders that you dissolve on your skin will absolve you of wrongdoing
[02:08.77] The ether soaked in the rag is the gateway to the realm of the awfully forgiving
[02:18.99] And you will know the chains by the way the rhythm of bones
[02:23.18] Locked in by skin, stretched taut
[02:25.42] Will shiver as the beat becomes madness within
[02:29.12]