This Grotesque Dance
de Bragolin
Amid pulsating chants
Staring at the feathers in this grotesque dance
While lying down
While lying, while lying down
With silent vocal cords
On the ground where the red and the black dolls mourn
Silent vocal cords
Resistant in a distant horn
To be swallowed whole
Coloured faces in a feast to feed the soul
Rituals and chants
A feast to feel the ground
Más canciones de Bragolin
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Charcoal Teeth and Lies
I Saw Nothing Good so I Left
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I Saw Nothing Good so I Left
Let out the Noise Inside
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Tired Eyes Tired Feet
I Saw Nothing Good so I Left
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The End Dwells in Us All
Let out the Noise Inside
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All Things That Live Will Die
Let out the Noise Inside
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In Our Field of Oaks
I Saw Nothing Good so I Left
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Let out the Noise Inside
Let out the Noise Inside
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Hate Close to Love
Let out the Noise Inside
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To Hide to Shine to Cross
I Saw Nothing Good so I Left
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Into Those Woods
I Saw Nothing Good so I Left
