كلمات Sequence IV - Stigmata

This feeling speaks With the quiet flutes of fall That disturb the sleep of sunken images The memory of voices in abandoned rooms Walk with me Walk with me down to the river's edge Walk with me Where the secrets lie and wait These wounds bleed The solemn pride of morning An overwhelming pain nourishing the flame The cold embrace of breaking heart Take this pain away Don't take this pain away Take this pain away Don't take this pain away Walk with me Walk with me down to the water's edge Walk with me Where the mirrors lie and wait It's breathing darkly through a lonely man The kiss of brother Cain Walk with me Walk with me down to the river's edge Walk with me Where the secrets lie and wait This sadness speaks Of golden plains and lakes of blue Like the curse of wrathful god Like dew dropping from a torn It speaks of things in secret tongues It is speaking out a name Take this pain away Don't take this pain away Take this pain away Don't take this pain away Walk with me Walk with me down to the