Dead birds are scaring me,
But i can't close my eyes.
It's like your dreams of being free,
It's like my silent cries.
What have we done,
Oh, tell me, please,
With this perfect world?
We spoil it, kill it, break it for
The power and the gold.
This city is crying
For dying birds,
For rusting swords,
And for lying words.
This city is crying
But nobody's trying
Why nobody's trying
To stop it.
Wish i could feel
The light of the sun
Seeps through the skin,
Caresses my bones,
Comes to my soul,
Goes out from the tongue
And turn into the stones.
supported by 5 fans who also own “The City is Crying (feat. Rimma Rukh)”
I was on a train travelling to Seefeld in Austria and had nothing but the Alps to look over from the windows. This was a perfect compliment to the environment I was in Robert A Johnson
supported by 4 fans who also own “The City is Crying (feat. Rimma Rukh)”
Bought End of Days, Primigenian, Planet Terror, Red Chariot and Orbiter in one hit, amazing music, great to have found the band, nice replacement for my Hawkwind, love all the albums debbieseven7
supported by 4 fans who also own “The City is Crying (feat. Rimma Rukh)”
Utterly hypnotic, heavy, and ethereal beyond what I can aptly describe here. It'll take you careening down a kaleidoscopic wormhole of audial bliss. cynothoglys