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When the Owls Fly Low (feat. Melilop)
by P. S. NeverSchild'
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As the giant dines the widow cries
They can see through the stone when the owls fly low
We get up, with the sun
We get up, looking up
We get up, together
Together, our blood flows
A beggar, looting gold
A beggar, looking up
A beggar, two beggars
Three beggars, their blood flows
As the giant dines the widow cries
They can see through the stone
When the owls fly low
As the hands surround the faceless man
He will tell you: Look up!
When the owls fly low
Don't let out those songs
Don't let out ancient bones
Don't let out, don't let out
The mouthless and its voice
Again I used the robes
Again I made them blush
Again I, again I
I feed them with their sons
As the giant dines the widow cries
They can see through the stone
When the owls fly low
As the hands surround the faceless man
He will tell you: Look up!
When the owls fly low
When the owls fly low
As the giant dines the widow cries
They can see through the stone when the owls fly low
We get up, with the sun
We get up, looking up
We get up, together
Together, our blood flows
A beggar, looting gold
A beggar, looking up
A beggar, two beggars
Three beggars, their blood flows
As the giant dines the widow cries
They can see through the stone
When the owls fly low
As the hands surround the faceless man
He will tell you: Look up!
When the owls fly low
Don't let out those songs
Don't let out ancient bones
Don't let out, don't let out
The mouthless and its voice
Again I used the robes
Again I made them blush
Again I, again I
I feed them with their sons
As the giant dines the widow cries
They can see through the stone
When the owls fly low
As the hands surround the faceless man
He will tell you: Look up!
When the owls fly low
When the owls fly low