Inquinamentum - Lost | Текст песни

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Pain wrought this place
Days rapt around the one
Wasting laurels
Of sacrifice endured
Depicting me their slave

Lost in anguish
Abandoned in a crypt
This mental prison their
Parting gift...

Incessant
Injustice
Prolongs
And fakes future comfort
For the prophet extinguished
Their atoned calls
And lies from the bitch's fortress
Triumphed

Now the numbers have fallen
Recede to the clouds
And the fold's dreams lay broken
Disdained from this world...

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