These Low Lands-Swallow the Sun

[01:21.33]Weakness of the past [01:26.10]Like vapor in the trenches [01:30.93]These lowlands haunted [01:35.85]By a man clad in frost [01:41.60]All evil deeds done [01:46.02]Are piled up into hills [01:51.43]And visible on the left side [01:56.57]Fields of bad omens [02:18.77] [02:21.40]Behind the skyline [02:26.09]The worst noise of the world [02:31.72]Violent crows of this dream [02:36.59]Flying backwards [02:41.68]Open below us [02:46.72]Another swarm grows [02:51.70]Feel like tumors [02:56.10]Which shall return [03:17.54] [03:22.00]And every night someone [03:26.08]Moves all the clocks forward [03:31.60]And the sun seems to [03:36.00]Set always at the sunrise [03:41.64]No one leaves this place [03:45.97]No roads out from here [03:50.88]No passing birds ever [03:55.90]Really do pass by [04:01.67]No one entering here [04:06.08]Walks without trembling [04:11.62]No one ever dreams of [04:16.44]The hands of tender fathers