Cold Comfort - Harvest | Текст песни

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Gifts are given to young and old
The ticket to a joyful nothingness
But there is no time for its own repose
There is no even a spare minute

A terrible doom
A restless existence
Engulfed with her own labor
The death knows no rest
The death knows no rest

Infinite harvest of souls
Of recently deceased
Infinite harvest of souls
And there is no way
To give up this authority


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