Текст песни
Low moon
Red sky
Name in the smoke
Tolyadar
Crowns fall
Like loose teeth from a jaw
He walks
Every throne begins to cough
Bent knees
Still shaking in their gold
He smiles
And the marble floors grow cold
Tolyadar
God of psychos
Hear the chant
It’s getting close
Every saint begins to stutter
Every king begins to choke
Tolyadar
Storm of shadows
All your borders overflow
This is how your pretty order
Cracks and opens to his throne
White coats
Drop needles to the floor
Straight lines
Curl into a different form
Soft hands
Start drawing in the blood
New prayers
Rising like a flood
You locked the wild in your basements
Gave your monsters pretty names
He is every buried impulse
Every mirror you betrayed
He’s the laugh inside the gallows
He’s the calm inside the fire
He collects your quiet secrets
Builds a kingdom from desire
