Backworld The Wine That Flows
The wine that flows from your hands
Is the force that shall release the world
The wine that flows from your hands
Shall release the world from the silent longing
Let the clouds ascend from the land
We reveal ourselves
And our silent longings
For it's time that we face the end
We release ourselves
From these faithful bindings
In tortured corridors, the mechanical laughter
Rises and falls in the piercing nights
And the winter bells sing a hollow song
Releasing the force of the gentle mights
And the wine that flows from your hands
Shall release the world
Let the clouds ascend from the land
We reveal ourselves
And our silent longing
For it's time that we face the end
We release ourselves
From these faithful bindings
