A strange request followed this call For the darkening of every light, suffocation of every cry Bells of death started to play Depreciation of time, the explanation of lies
Drowning words can't promise delight The years of secrecy are gone Trembling hands call for a Lord The inversion of time, the realization of lies
Burning the shrouds Of your illuminated souls It's the embers under our feet The trails of blood lead me to your shrine It fades away
Freezing blood under my skin The futility of efforts, obedience subverts the reason Words descend into a haze The inversion of time, depreciation of lies
Burning the shrouds Of your illuminated souls It's the embers under our feet The trails of blood lead me to your shrine
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