Cult Of Luna
adrift
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In his arms, locked in that iron grip nothing will reveal
Follow these footsteps and we will reach the bottom
I tumbled down the road that bears his name
Here he dwells, here he prospers and pushes us towards the end
When we are drifting against the tide
Colliding with the very air we breathe
Somewhere the tracks inwards must lead out
A grasp of hope that defeats the will
Always pushed away
Always nothing
- Album:
- Vertikal
- Vertikal II
- Eternal Kingdom
- Somewhere Along The Highway
- Salvation
- The Beyond
- Cult Of Luna 7'
- Cult Of Luna
- Beyond
- Miscellaneous
- Summer Sabbath 2016
- Råångest
- Vertikal I & II
- The Flow Reversed
- Christmas Carnage
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 45
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 65
- Up Sampler 12
- Metal Hammer: Earache Extreme Musick 2004
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 52