Letras
Lay down your name...
Let me peel it from your bones.
Close your eyes…
You'll wake in no one's memory.
I cradle you like a child from womb,
Caressing you gently to your tomb.
I kiss your brow, then pull the thread
Sweet lullabies laced with blissful dread.
You dream of childhood, I take your lungs,
Reality is not what it seems.
Your name once carved from mother's tongue
Now vanishes into the dream.
I took your name and gave it to the crows…
They tore it, pecked it, swallowed it slow.
I stole your past then stitched in gloam
Now even death won't call you home.
Sleep, child, sleep, your soul I keep,
Buried where screams dissolve and silence weeps.
Your grave, My ghost, our tale remains
Of hollow sleep and vanished names.
Mallacht mo chroí oraibh, lucht na gcroí fuara
A curse from my heart upon you, ye cold-hearted ones
D'fhág sibh mo mhuintir ina smúit is fuar!
You left my kin in sorrow and cold!
Goidim bhur n-ainmneacha, mar a ghoid sibh mise!
I steal your names, as you stole mine!
Ní bheidh mac ná máthair ag caoineadh sibh.
No son nor mother shall mourn for you.
I am the breath that rewrites fate,
The death that memory can't recreate.
I leave no trace, only screams in flames
Oblivion gnawing at your name.
Your line is ash, your face is mist,
Your God forgets that you exist.
No tomb will take what I unbind
You fade from thought, from blood, from time.
I took your name and gave it to the crows…
They tore it, pecked it, swallowed it slow.
I stole your past then stitched in gloam
Now even death won't call you home.
I took your name and gave it to the crows…
They tore it, pecked it, swallowed it slow.
I stole your past then stitched in gloam
Now even death won't call you home!
I took your name and gave it to the crows…