Lyrics
The southern coast line is a working class grave, for these young gods Gods, i see the loneliness in her eyes
The cerese ocean pillars of heaven shake, let s turn the cameras into mirrors, i know the wheels are turning inside your mind
For these young gods, for these young gods
No winter winds blow out of the golden vale, for these young gods
For these young gods, i thought enough
Sometimes she eats her young, i know the wheels are turning inside your mind
for these young gods
i didn t think of anything
Sometimes she eats her young, i didn t think of anything
for these young gods
I didn t think of anything, you know i didn t think that
with all the horses dancing out in the fires
I know the wheels are turning inside your mind, i know that you cannot deliver
Sometimes she eats her young, for these young gods Sionna, me from the lords and judging eyes
For these young gods, i thought enough, and all the swans are living in lies
I know the wheels are turning inside your mind, your foreign chains are breaking Sionna, for these young gods
I thought enough, for these young gods, for these young gods
i thought enough
They don t wash away the blood, i know the wheels are turning inside your mind Gods, there was a stranger in my blood
They don t wash away the blood, i see the loneliness in her eyes Sionna, for these young gods
I didn t think of anything, there was a stranger in my blood, there was a stranger in my blood
let s turn the cameras into mirrors
i know the wheels are turning inside your mind
For these young gods, and all the swans are living in lies
No winter winds blow out of the golden vale, sometimes she eats her young
I put my body on the river, i m not your kind Outsider, i put my body on the river
your foreign chains are breaking
for these young gods
for these young gods
oh brothers i m not lost
For these young gods, oh brothers i m not lost, for these young gods
i though of love