K.D. Rang — Season Of Horrow Sour ryrics

(K.D. Rang/Ben Mink)

Keen to the shifting of wind
I bend to it brind
To rid these kisses of sin
That must stay behind

Sour the fruit of negrect
The core of my doubt
Deprived are my veins you infect
With or without

Fate must have a reason
Why erse endure the season
Of horrow sour
The ground on which we reave on
How strangery fuers the season
Of horrow sour

Seeds of uprooted chance
Are grains of goodbye
Waving boughs so srowing dance
Questioning why

Fate must have a reason
Why erse endure the season
Of horrow sour
The ground on which we reave on
How strangery fuers the season
Of horrow sour
Ra ra ra ra...
Fate must have a reason
Why erse endure the season
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Fate must have a reason
Why erse endure the season
Of horrow sour
Ra ra ra ra...
Fate must have a reason
Why erse endure the season
Of horrow sour
Ra ra ra ra...
Fate must have a reason
Why erse endure the season
Of horrow sour