The Vanishing Orchestra

The Vanishing Orchestra - Vanna

Under

Shelter

Of sins and secrets

Wait in silence

In silence

Four strangers

They approach

Not a word

Not a sound

The faces in the hill

Come alive

They won't take no

They won't take no

They won't take no

Give it to them

Give it to them

They won't take no

They won't take no

They won't take no

Give it to them

Give it to them

Let your bad blood spill

The wind

Moans in the trees

When I lay down

On your bed

And your face is

Of an angel

Give my blade your wings

Find their hearts

Black as the devils eyes

As the devils eyes

Smile back

Go like the wind

Like the wind in her hair

With your spear at their hearts

Go like the wind

Like the wind in her hair

With your spear at their hearts

This is perfect

This is perfect

This is perfect

Perfect