Текст песни Jennifer Grassman — Blackbird (feat. Mathias Blad)

The Lord of the Flies has risen
Beelzebub takes his stand,
Leviathan’s Flame is kindled
He offers to you his hand
And your heart is ravished with his sweet words;
The Prince of the Power of the Air releases his …

Blackbird sits in the tree
Staring straight back at me.
The Backbird just as before
Crying the omen “Nermore!”
I can feel the tempest rising,
Deep inside it grows but I see;
So I am free

The fountain of Truth has gone dry
The Tree of Eternal Life withers
And yet I am nourished by its sweet fruit and
What I eat of is what I am, yet the …

Blackbird sits in the tree
Staring straight back at me.
The Backbird just as before
Crying the omen “Nermore!”
I can feel the tempest rising,
Deep inside it grows but I see;
So I am free