This article is based on this Dutch article of Martijn Benders
When you pray in silence
And see our Jesus stumble
Awaken, light a fragrant candle
And use life as a dagger
A cover of Death in June – Accidental Protégé
I am your accidental protector
The gift, the blood
The discarded
The discarded
The discarded…
The silver chain is broken
Goals and dreams are filled
With emptiness and instinct
With impurity and will
I am your accidental protector
The grave of love
The yesterday
The discarded
The discarded…
In this year of three winters
Where orchards fade,
fade and fall
fade and fall
fade and fall (fall, fall, fall)
Like freshly baked
bread of love
That is discarded
Discarded
The discarded…
The discarded (discard, discard, discard, discard)
Category: Psychosupersum