Abysmo Songtext
von Moonspell

Men with both roots and wings
They tie us down and ask us to live
They are teachings and herds
They are bodies of smoke
Men with both roots and wings
At the singular voice we bow
Our teachings misleads
Our teachings likes fuck

We slip between the storm that was
And the storm which has to come
And the storm which has to come
We slip between the storm that was
And the storm which has to come
And the storm which has to come


We claim to learn everywhere
And the very own nature
It′s god is the rain
It flies fast, it's high like sin
With equality it lives
When that flame rises with age
And everything is fair
On the interval of your death
On the interval of your death

Because the demons
Before coming heroes
We′re too watered on here for a night
And nothing else than here for a night

Men with both roots and wings
At a certain time we are one
Our little tricks and sin
Our innocence is divine
Men with just little wings
Men with just little minds
Men with just little eyes
Men with just little deeds

Slipping between the storm that was
And the wind which fails to come
And the wind which fails to come
Slipping between the storm that was
And the wind which fails to come
And the wind which fails to come


No other way
No other way
No other way
No other way