"Crimson Stone" lyrics
Converge & Chelsea Wolfe Lyrics
"Crimson Stone"
Compass rose
Pricking you
Bleed a map of stars
Battle wounds
Blood we drew
Busy making scars
Mess with it
Confess to it
Fate already knows
Tracing us
Embracing us
Where a flower grows
Stand in the way and fate will simply go around
Forces at play flipping worlds upside down
Trembling souls shaken into piles of bone
Blood running cold before it hardens into stone
Dragging on
Time and space
Face the black mirror
Moving hands
Glacial pace
Reflections nearer
Ravaging
Disparaging
Fate will split the earth
Falling in
This hole again
Dying sense of worth
Stand in the way
Stand in the way and fate will simply go around
Forces at play
Forces at play flipping worlds upside down
Trembling souls
Trembling souls shaken into piles of bone
Blood running cold
Blood running cold before it hardens into stone
Crimson stone
Crimson stone
Crimson stone
Crimson stone
Crimson stone
Crimson stone
Crimson stone
Crimson stone
Writer(s): Kurt Parker Ballou, Benjamin Koller, Nate Newton, Stephen Michael Brodsky, Chelsea Joy Wolfe, Ben Chisolm, Jake Bannon
- AZLyrics
- C
- Converge Lyrics
album:
"Bloodmoon: I" (2021)
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