Escape the Clouds все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Verse 1
The moon lays our masters down to sleep
Luring them far away from the secrets we keep
From shops and factories the machines creep away
The ordinary devices of an industrial age

Engines, cannons, presses, threshers, and drills
Make haste for the scrapyard beyond the hill

She reeks of the gutter in spite of the rain
Face lined with ash and memories of pain
In an alley she waits as her time fades away
Her eyes alive in the hunt for prey
A blade lies cold underneath her skirt,
Rusted but sharp - like its owner, alert.
Its steel weight is all that survives
Of a husband who left her nothing when he died.