
作词 : FinneganFox
作曲 : FinneganFox
编曲 : FinneganFox
Beneath… the frost…bit sky…
My blood… remembers… how to flow…
The river sleeps… in veins of stone…
And I… remain… below…
Beneath the frostbit sky I kneel,
Where frozen light forgets to heal.
I trace the veins of silent streams,
Where time lies still in broken dreams.
Your tears fall slow like ashen snow,
On earth that does not breathe nor grow.
I dwell where no rebirth is known,
A breathless throne… of ice and bone.
We feed the angels… with our dreams…
We feed the angels… with our dreams…
On roads of heaven… love still bleeds…
In frozen streams… in frozen streams…
We feed the angels with our shattered dreams,
We feed the angels, we feed the unseen.
The price of love is sacred ice,
A burning wound no time denies.
We feed the angels, we feed the cold,
With hearts too tired, with souls too old.
Heaven turns like a grinding wheel,
And grinds us slow… and makes us kneel…
My arms are cold as winter’s breath,
A pale embrace… rehearsing death.
The wind carries your distant cry,
Through halls where even echoes die.
The river that once carried our name,
Is now a scar without a flame.
Its current sleeps in veins of stone,
A clock that ticks… in dust alone…
We feed the angels… with our dreams…
We feed the angels… till we see…
On roads of heaven… love still bleeds…
We are the feast… we are the feast…
We feed the angels with our shattered dreams,
Their wings are built from what we’ve been.
They ask for love, they ask for all,
And leave us here… to slowly fall.
Heaven turns like sacred law,
A silent mill that breaks us raw.
It turns… it turns… it does not see,
It turns our love… to memory…
You walk alone… where shadows breed…
I kneel below… and feed the need…
They call it grace… they call it light…
But every prayer… is paid with life…
The gate does not… know how to open…
It only knows… how souls are broken…
We feed the angels with our shattered dreams,
We feed the angels, the cold, the clean.
The price of love is sacred ice,
A wound that burns beyond all time.