10.000 needles of light
Pin the drugs of last night
Kill the cigarette, now sleep
Let the wolves upon the sheep
The wings of the world move slow in this hall
And the hunger of hope it starts to starve
God, God, oh God of Chertograd
Lick the sounds that bleed from his mouth
God of Chertograd
Rip the heavens with the horns of the south
How strong the weakness is
Exhale you fail to resist
Shut the blinds, and rewind
Let the ghost into your mind
The wings of the world move slow in this hall
And the hunger of hope it starts to starve
God, God, oh God of Chertograd
Lick the sounds that bleed from his mouth
God of Chertograd
Rip the heavens with the horns of the south
Deathstars - Chertograd Lyrics
Deathstars - Chertograd Lyrics
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10.000 needles of light
Pin the drugs of last night
Kill the cigarette, now sleep
Let the wolves upon the sheep
The wings of the world move slow in this hall
And the hunger of hope it starts to starve
God, God, oh God of Chertograd
Lick the sounds that bleed from his mouth
God of Chertograd
Rip the heavens with the horns of the south
How strong the weakness is
Exhale you fail to resist
Shut the blinds, and rewind
Let the ghost into your mind
The wings of the world move slow in this hall
And the hunger of hope it starts to starve
God, God, oh God of Chertograd
Lick the sounds that bleed from his mouth
God of Chertograd
Rip the heavens with the horns of the south
Pin the drugs of last night
Kill the cigarette, now sleep
Let the wolves upon the sheep
The wings of the world move slow in this hall
And the hunger of hope it starts to starve
God, God, oh God of Chertograd
Lick the sounds that bleed from his mouth
God of Chertograd
Rip the heavens with the horns of the south
How strong the weakness is
Exhale you fail to resist
Shut the blinds, and rewind
Let the ghost into your mind
The wings of the world move slow in this hall
And the hunger of hope it starts to starve
God, God, oh God of Chertograd
Lick the sounds that bleed from his mouth
God of Chertograd
Rip the heavens with the horns of the south
Writer: ANDREAS BERGH, EMIL NODTVEIDT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group