Cult Of Luna
and with her came the birds live
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Night falls, silence takes a grip. Guilt I retrieved, a burning will to die.
I need this to be over before I am bleeding dry.
Somewhere along the highway these tracks must end.
I pass a crowd on my way to the house on the hill.
Dead man with pitchfork arms tells me all that he knows.
Leave me here for the crows.
In the Fall she came back, and with her the birds.
- 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