The Acres/The Ache от Plague God

Distance Unwritten Sentenced To silence The air we breathe Bring fear In the hearts of men There and then Let me live In the hearts of my men Let me live In my mother's den The hourglass broke Grain of sand The distance dealt Cards in my hand The promised land I long and I belong and I miss being missed How your absence filled, fillеd our world I long for a place where thе children don't cry Everyone is still and time passes by Here to withstand The grain of sand Eyes to the ground Distance maintained In tongues Unkind Withdrawn Your hand