АТЭН — Black Iron Hymn | Industrial Gothic Metal | Клятва у зимней луны

«I was made from hunger. You were made for me.» Песня о нерушимой клятве. О ленте на запястье, которая не развяжется. О поле костей под зимней луной и факеле, который всё ещё горит в руинах. [Verse 1] Ash on my sleeves again Boots in the iron rain I walk past the broken gate With your name in my teeth The crows know my face now The mastiffs all turn away I kept your old black ribbon Tied tight around my wrist [Pre-Chorus] Hear the vaults awake Hear the old stones breathe I was made from hunger You were made for me [Chorus] Black iron hymn Black iron hymn Sing it loud with me Black iron hymn Black iron hymn Break the night for me [Verse 2] The field is full of bones White under winter mud I found your torch still burning In a rusted altar cup My voice turns sharp and holy My hands go cold as steel I can taste the storm coming I can hear you near [Pre-Chorus] Hear the vaults awake Hear the old stones breathe I was made from hunger You were made for me [Chorus] Black iron hymn Black iron hymn Sing it loud with me Black iron hymn Black iron hymn Break the night for me [Bridge] Ooo, the moon goes hard and pale Ooo, the veil tears at the seam We rise from the slag and smoke With the wolf-choir in our lungs [Final Chorus] Black iron hymn Black iron hymn Sing it loud with me Black iron hymn Black iron hymn Break the night for me Black iron hymn Black iron hymn Hold the flame with me © Copyright: Анатолий Фрост, 2026 Свидетельство о публикации №126052903396 #музыка