Observe those dust spiders crawling up that hill
Cheerful and obscene, their exhausted misery
They'd love to kill their sickness... or all of us
Sighs aim at the dust spiders, souvenirs of the plague
Oh no, ReKha... no
Roughly handling the box we sleep in
Sharpening those bird bones
Giving away, with empathic disdain, souvenirs of the plague
Oh no, ReKha... no
Stolen from their warm hands, falls and recoils, Empress!
I had a word with the Matriarch
Lost for words, lost for thoughts and poetry
ReKha floats beside me
Devouring everyone through me and my guilt
Oh no, ReKha... no
Get thee to a nunnery, go... Farewell! And quickly too...
Just go!
(Will they search for me?)
The Devil is using your face, drenched in sorrow and revenge
To kill your sickness... Or all of us
Layma Azur - ReKha Lyrics
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English
Observe those dust spiders crawling up that hill
Cheerful and obscene, their exhausted misery
They'd love to kill their sickness... or all of us
Sighs aim at the dust spiders, souvenirs of the plague
Oh no, ReKha... no
Roughly handling the box we sleep in
Sharpening those bird bones
Giving away, with empathic disdain, souvenirs of the plague
Oh no, ReKha... no
Stolen from their warm hands, falls and recoils, Empress!
I had a word with the Matriarch
Lost for words, lost for thoughts and poetry
ReKha floats beside me
Devouring everyone through me and my guilt
Oh no, ReKha... no
Get thee to a nunnery, go... Farewell! And quickly too...
Just go!
(Will they search for me?)
The Devil is using your face, drenched in sorrow and revenge
To kill your sickness... Or all of us
Cheerful and obscene, their exhausted misery
They'd love to kill their sickness... or all of us
Sighs aim at the dust spiders, souvenirs of the plague
Oh no, ReKha... no
Roughly handling the box we sleep in
Sharpening those bird bones
Giving away, with empathic disdain, souvenirs of the plague
Oh no, ReKha... no
Stolen from their warm hands, falls and recoils, Empress!
I had a word with the Matriarch
Lost for words, lost for thoughts and poetry
ReKha floats beside me
Devouring everyone through me and my guilt
Oh no, ReKha... no
Get thee to a nunnery, go... Farewell! And quickly too...
Just go!
(Will they search for me?)
The Devil is using your face, drenched in sorrow and revenge
To kill your sickness... Or all of us
Writer: Santiago Delgado Fradejas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid