Cult Of Luna - Following Betulas Lyrics
Awaken in the silent night.
Alone, inland hysteria.
I am a stranger in this land.
Here I kneel before you.
Oh, solemn glory.
Standing together on the hill.
Nothing is spoken, but understood.
Below, a procession of wooden men.
Swinging their tree trunks in the wind.
The white birches are alive, they are marching.
Other Lyrics by Artist
- Cult Of Luna - Recluse
- Cult Of Luna - The Flow Reversed
- Cult Of Luna - Passing Through
- Cult Of Luna - In Awe Of
- Cult Of Luna - Mute Departure
- Cult Of Luna - Synchronicity
- Cult Of Luna - The Sweep
- Cult Of Luna - Vicarious Redemption
- Cult Of Luna - I: The Weapon
- Cult Of Luna - Following Betulas
- Cult Of Luna - Curse
- Cult Of Luna - The Great Migration
- Cult Of Luna - Mire Deep
- Cult Of Luna - Ghost Trail
- Cult Of Luna - Eternal Kingdom
- Cult Of Luna - O R O
- Cult Of Luna - Light Chaser
- Cult Of Luna - Shun The Mask
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- Waka Flocka Flame - How You Say
- Waka Flocka Flame - One Eyed Shooter
- Waka Flocka Flame - Get Whacked
- Waka Flocka Flame - All I Know
- Waka Flocka Flame - Workin Wit A Check
Cult Of Luna Following Betulas Comments
i used to listen to it when it came out, had a long break, and lately i've been listetning to Tim Buckley a lot and somehow it reminds me of Pleasant Street. seriously.
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