Like the Scythe in the Ripened Field
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Lyrics
I cling to the branches like snow in the valley during spring Like a cold spray I drift in the wind I fall wet into blooms as a drop Around which they decay like around a bog "Because I can't go quietly, I fly Through every sky over sound buildings Toppling pillars and punching holes in walls Because I can't sleep at night I warn others with the seas distant roars I climb into the mouth of the waterfall And from the mountains I release thundering boulders" I am the grown child of world fear Who in peace and joy hangs Like the strokes of the hour in the days progress Like the scythe in the ripened field I am the incessant thinking about death
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Song Details
- Duration
- 04:14
- Key
- 8
- Tempo
- 130 BPM