Taste of the Dead Bones by Beshenitar Lyrics

Dreamy thought, full of sensation in me

A personal movement

Again cemetery

In the darkness of night

A journey to the known cemetery

Digging grave in the known cemetery


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Bones extracted out of soil

Bones made of past pain

Bones made of rue and grief

Bones made of liberty taste
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A part of that, I put in my mouth

A delightful taste

Invite me to silence

Expecting for a strange event

Silence prevailed over me

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Bones extracted out of soil

Bones made of past pain

Bones made of rue and grief

Bones made of liberty taste

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Here

I feel the joy
A life in this darkness

Constant silent

With Death