Rain Settlers 歌词

Their hearts are quiescent volcanoes Rooted into no man’s land Rushed naked into the winter With a hunger become too real Set the Sun as the topmost watcher For the longest day to come The rays strike here in the muted sanctum Where grief is the deepest type And where are they At nights we have no dreams Settled in the rain front As saline drops from the sky Across the Earth And laconic clauses we share Our roots are dead in our own courtyard Past loves beseeched to reborn South wind might call them home From parables to reality From sons to elderly Choir of legions repeat their name To long, not to liberate And comes without exception The spring of funerals The summer is for long goodbyes The fall for nostalgy And the wailing hollow grounds Of young December Rush-hour in the memory lane