Hosea 8:7 Songtext
von Dirge

He who eats the world
Shall swallow the void
He who breaks the mountains
Shall choke on dust

Sleeping swans on a satin rippling lake
Whispering seeds of storm
Fading light devouring grace and silhouettes
Is the wind I′ve sown

Pillars cracked, fractured doors
Hounds uncaged, endless roars
Soar from deep open sores


Wind has blown on the wheel
Spun it round, split the shield
Awakened beasts of prey, les chiens de tempêtes
The multi-face plague, the mirror threat

Now that all the devils are here
Who shall hear, who shall come
Who shall scatter razor tears
Spears and daggers, sharpened thorns

As the whirlwind blows my breath away
Who shall bow, who shall pray
Who shall sow these silver drops
So I may reap this cleansing flood