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Woe Of Tyrants
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Sons Of Thunder
There is no foothold here in these miry depths Clawed fingers scraping flesh from bone Frantic laughter bubbling throughout Voice strained from screaming, parched and shrill
With each breath comes an influx of my waste Beasts sovereign, circling, searching for their feast Their mouths foaming, sensing blood in the dirty water Its the primal craving which prevails disgust
But how did I get here? The first of oh so many questions Delayed are the angels melodies, ensnared in this bog But this place is familiar
The sites, the sounds, the face of the beast Breathing mirrors reflecting me, I share in their needs The absence of love, abundance of filth Left to consider the familiarity of my despair
Deprived innocence, I am deserving of this place Entitlement, I have what I've chosen The virgin weeping, blackened eyes dripping contempt 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Actions and disgraces, I have many faces here
The frowning masks of the tragedy, many faces here With one final glare my head slips under the mud I reach, still finding nothing Which I can grab to reach the surface again
Dimming into dark is the heart that fades away I sink into the darkest deep Finally I give in to the hands touch Embracing what they say
I submit to the nightmare of the mire Finding solace in the choice to fall into breathing Depths, depths, depths
There is no foothold here in these miry depths Clawed fingers scraping flesh from bone Frantic laughter bubbling throughout Voice strained from screaming, parched and shrill
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