Letra de Under A Killing Moon, Thrice



The air my lungs first loved 
carves craters from my eyes 
they said "breathe deeply son 
or be the next to die" 

Beneath the falling night 
and heaven's shutting gate 
pray keep your tongue held tight 
or suffer the same fate 

the blood on our black gloves 
it is none of your concern 
if you want to call our bluff 
get in line and wait your turn 
and watch the witches burn" 

Don't flinch when innocents 
are dancing with the flame 
if they wanted to live 
they'd learn to play the game 

You can still walk away 
if you just hold your tongue 
if you'd just walk away 
you'd live to see the sun but" 

Under this killing moon 
under this burning sky 
the fire's shining groom 
I hold my breath and close my eyes 

"The blood on our black gloves 
it is none of your concern 
if you want to call our bluff 
get in line and wait your turn 
and watch the witches burn 
we'll watch the witches burn"

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