Letra de Soothsayer

My love becomes a mange
Dyeing autumn in its leaves
When it broke me in the branch
Where my antlers come to feed
And I swam a hundred days
In the bosom of this filth
Carry on this drought
As I tighten my belt

This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what´s yours

Calling me she´s calling me
This it may have come to falter
We have become these pleads

In a field of balding marble
Where the medicine awaits
The hourglass pokes at
The ribs of my cage
At half rations I´m finished
At half rations the minutes
All that happens was given
Coil and embrace

This deceit has no arms
Bended will, take what´s yours

Calling me, she´s calling me
This it may have come to falter
We have become these pleads