Letras
Rust tears down the ashlar
A one eyed puppet in the vines
The chalice bled a poison
Through the flesh of our own kind
The hunting howls of misery
His hooves beyond the door
Where blood adourns the altar
For fools who fought the cure
Sadness in the wind
In the shadows of our sins
We laid our faith before you
In hope of what you'd bring
There's only sadness
In the wind
Smoked dog by the tin cans
Splintered carvings of the slain
Their nails turn deep to the bone
On crosses held in vain
Now the battle cries have faded
A darkness settles in
The veil to the ruins
Of silent suffering
Sadness in the wind
In the shadows of our sins
Where once we blessed the harvest
Stood charred and barren limbs
There's only sadness
In the wind
I see your face, those final words
The last to stand shall bare the curse
In tombs of pain neath fired seas
We bow to death to set us free
Sadness in the wind
In the shadows of our sins
Those fallen palms beneath us
They long for love again
There's only sadness
In the wind