Текст песни Withering - Two Suns

The times were furrowed
and bleeding blood

The suns were low
in the red sky above

Raised strains of years
left the former locations

From diverse ages
saying the same word

Tireless intimate
compliting ones task

Encouraged to hug
embrace at last

Waiting further from the picture
Emotions greater than that

Left into creation
Loneliness became dim

The times were furrowed
and bleeding blood
The end only exists
life is only a passage

The times were furrowed
and bleeding blood
As you look at your hands
they will be bleeding