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Published on Jan 26, 2011
Track 7 of 8 on Shaman's Harvest fourth album, Shine.
LYRICS: (These lyrics came straight from the book)
Strike the slate and measure out the damage done Tie the needle right through the bone I am lost to mothers only son And I have sung my final song in this house of failing grace
And I've sang for the patient mother Naive and child like lovers Sang to get out of this place. And I'm drawn to the sound of silence Cracked whip and peal of sirens Drawn to this cold empty space. Filling with white noise.
And I'll be your prophet while you'll be counting ships, Followed by hurricanes blown straight from Poseidon's lips,
You know my dreams they have fed a fire for so long, This is my final song sung by.... sung by sirens.