Myraeth - The Tormented | Текст песни

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• Myraeth
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Tortured
Left to decay
A weeping soul
He wallows through murky fields
This corpse maimed
This life a mere flicker in existence
Beaten, worn, abused

Out from the darkness he shall rise
To contest your dire words
With unveiled flesh, frail bones and dreary eyes
He roams through bullet fueled fields
In city crevices he shall wade
To find your unjust soul

His angst the cause of your demise

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