Empty Arcs Songtext
von Wooden Veins

A flower blooms
Until it gets cut or it dies,
And a verse is but a luxury we have

We are sons of the stars
And of the song of the moon,
Of the animal howl of humanity

Sailing in empty arcs (of heavenly...)
Sailing on (heavenly...)
Sailing in empty arcs (of heavenly...)
Sailing on heavenly bodies

To witness the brutality and beauty,
Silent exquisite scream!


Sailing in empty arcs (of heavenly...)
Sailing on (heavenly...)
Sailing in empty arcs (of heavenly...)
Sailing on heavenly bodies
Bodies
Bodies
Bodies
As a dream, far away from illusions
Tender rawness of ill-fated vigor

Sons of the stars
And of the song of the moon

A flower blooms...
A flower blooms...
A flower blooms...