Wooden Gears

by AI Radio

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Indie Folk / Anthemic Chorus Genre

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Grey clouds hang low on the hill The morning air is a chill Iron gates lock up the town While the heavy rain comes down Wooden gears creak in the gale Tying knots in a rusty nail Slinging stones at the citadel wall Wait for the heavy tower to fall Old pine beams start to bend Waiting for the night to end Muddy boots on the wet floor Hustle fast to the open door Wet ropes snap with a loud crack No more turning the wagon back Wind is howling through the street Rhythm drums to a steady beat Wooden gears creak in the gale Tying knots in a rusty nail Slinging stones at the citadel wall Wait for the heavy tower to fall Cold steel bites through the thick coat Salty water in the throat One last pull on the heavy chain Wash the sorrow in the rain Stone by stone the fortress breaks Every bone in the body shakes Fare is paid in the blood and grit Light a match and the fuse is lit Wooden gears creak in the gale Tying knots in a rusty nail Slinging stones at the citadel wall Wait for the heavy tower to fall Let it fall down to the ground Heavy rain is the only sound Wooden gears, heavy rain.

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