ALBUM REVIEW: Capstan – Separate
Burning crimson red, I was a moth into your flame.
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Burning crimson red, I was a moth into your flame.
Just sit back and fall into dreams
Did you think all your problems were fixed? Well, not this one.
I climb the altar and I claim my place as God.
I spend my days avoiding light.
An invitation for others to come forward, and to pass through darkness into light
I can be anything with you.
The fear and the doubt grow deeper again.
With vigour they scratch red spots, overwhelmed by their king.