The Wine That Flows - Backworld

The wine that flows from your hands

Is the force that shall release the world

The wine that flows from your hands

Shall release the world from the silent longing

Let the clouds ascend from the land

We reveal ourselves

And our silent longings

For it’s time that we face the end

We release ourselves

From these faithful bindings

In tortured corridors, the mechanical laughter

Rises and falls in the piercing nights

And the winter bells sing a hollow song

Releasing the force of the gentle mights

And the wine that flows from your hands

Shall release the world

Let the clouds ascend from the land

We reveal ourselves

And our silent longing

For it’s time that we face the end

We release ourselves

From these faithful bindings