James Dean Bradfield - FROM THE HANDS OF VIOLETA Lyrics

7. FROM THE HANDS OF VIOLETA
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Hiding or witnessing
Screaming or whispering
Oblivion or requiem
Rejoice or lament
A folklore symphony
Threnody or eulogy
A missing piece of me
That I will never know

It is with you that I am clothed
It is with you that I am clothed

Release us when it's time
In what we lose we are defined
Gracias a la vida' you gave
As brief as a wave
But strong as lungs revived
A chorus of the despised
Striking matches in the mind
A choir leading the blind

From forgotten memories
From forgotten memories
From forgotten melodies
From forgotten melodies