Sad - A Sky to Clothe My Nous Lyrics

by Sad

A Blue sheet that covers the world of man and beasts

An edge to the sight

A womb of dreams

A Grey cloak hanging above the pitiful creatures of the earth

A storm maker

A mouth of thunder

An eye of lightning

A black mantle choking the light, worming by last, freezing in terror

A lair of blasphemies

A hideout of the untold

A cruel father

A sky to clothe my nous