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I can feel time growing red on my hands Howling its way through the body Those who cross the river, they resist to consent The games we play through the summer Rising from the bull-blistered mountains of laughter I say we drag them through silence I can feel time growing red on my hands Howling its way through my body The hysterical roar It still serves me fine Bleda: this horse will not touch the ground And I'll keep my hands aside I can feel time growing red on my hands Howling its way through the body Those who cross the river, they resist to consent The games we play through the summer The hysterical roar It still serves me fine Bleda: this horse will not touch the ground SongtexteAnd I'll keep my hands aside Bleda: this horse Will never touch the ground The hysterical roar it still serves me fine So I'll keep my hands aside In a sole second winter is made The gentle night is shredded into war And before the sun saves us A new question is raised For the maze, it ends here And here starts the maze Aus Songtexte Mania