Полный текст песни Tongues - Dark Tranquillity

Tongues, lost in me
yours be the sharp and the vile
Glide neath my skin
storm trough my nerves

I bury the nomad years
hours in the earth
couldn't exorcise these searing, peaking tongues
Immune you say
yet venom stakes in strangest guises
Tongue, throat, tongue
slayer of the word and stealer of vision

A monumental reign of terrors
throats slit up to stain the target
We're food for the hounds of trauma,
prey to the crows of stress

No power left to retrieve my stolen language
Filtered though the illiterate fingers of death

Flies
let sickness be poured
from the cupped hands of bedlam

On account of their brightness
I made friends with the word and the moon
went with the tide and left for the sound
of dead instruments thrown out of tune

The red square patterns, dragonrise and evenclaw
decoying from pandemonia syfometry