Текст Wolves At The Gate – Face To Face

Walk with me and follow close and you will start to feel
The chilling grip of hollow lies and what is truly real
(Hear the echoes)
Face to face with distant fears that I had thought were numb

Listen closely, every seed must die before
Die before it can grow
Sinking slowly, to be planted in the dust
Long before it can grow

A sickness spread across my limbs
I’m covered head to toe
Here I’m standing face to face
A sight I cannot bear
I’m clawing and scratching to turn from what I see
The chilling grip of all my lies and what is truly real
(I can hardly bear)

Listen closely, every seed must die before
Die before it can grow
Sinking slowly, to be planted in the dust
Long before it can grow

It’s darkening and fading out
Darkening, fading out
Fading out

Standing at the great divide
I fell into the ground and died

The taste of death was bittersweet
I fell into the ground and died
But death made me alive

Listen closely, every seed must die before
Die before it can grow
Sinking to slowly, to be planted in the dust
Long before we can grow