Soilwork - Full Moon Shoals Lyrics
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Full Moon Shoals
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What Are The Lyrics For Full Moon Shoals By Soilwork?
I've never been your savior
I've never been your ghost And as I'm pushing further I'm playing the silent host I feel like I am treading water Smoke's still burning my eyes Through and through I'm still captured by disorder Swept away by every helpful advice Anyone could cure it with blindness There were moments where I thought I could be A man who's aching for the hour of closure Darkness clearly kept on covering my needs (Kept on covering my needs) But it's not what it seems It's just an inner endless shriek I won't unchain the lonely I won't release their souls But I will examine the wishful And drown in the full moon shoals Anyone could cure it with blindness There were moments where I thought I could be A man who's aching for the hour of closure Darkness clearly kept on covering my needs (Kept on covering my needs) But it's not what it seems It's just an inner endless shriek Embracing the culmination As the flames keep licking the sky Slowly rising from the murky waters I reach for the tenebrous sky Sons and daughters of the repressed order Take my turn and meet the dragon's eye Anyone could cure it with blindness There were moments where I thought I could be A man who's aching for the hour of closure Darkness clearly kept on covering my needs (Kept on covering my needs) But it's not what it seems It's just an inner endless shriek Hoo, ooh, ooh, ooh |
Who Wrote Full Moon Shoals By Soilwork?
Bjorn Ove Ingmar Strid
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What's The Duration Of The Full Moon Shoals By Soilwork?The duration of Full Moon Shoals is 4:46 minutes and seconds. |
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