Ihsahn - Frail free for downloading

Lyrics

the rage that tear down walls
are but a gateway to oblivion
some like dominoes
and alibis and secret lies and hollow needs
You can t afford to be this frail, laughing through your screaming lungs Frail, the rage that tear down walls
In dreams alone they all collapse, this jest of chaos Frail, the air is thick with strangers
Weak and pale, fever burning Ihsahn, weak and pale
They ll steal you, nor fit to rule, you can t afford to be this frail

And enemies that draw you in, fever burning Ihsahn, in the garments of a fool
they ll steal you
The air is thick with strangers, not cut out to follow Ihsahn, in dreams alone they all collapse
you can t afford to be this frail
This irony of common fate, fever burning
the air is thick with strangers
Absent exit signs ignite the flames, nor fit to rule, we fall fall fall
Fever burning, fever burning

Nor fit to rule, like vultures to the wounded they ll come, not cut out to follow
in the garments of a fool
absent exit signs ignite the flames
to steal you
They ll steal you, these hoarders of paragraphs, the air is thick with strangers