Our Ceasing Voice - Hopes Of Yore | Текст песни

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Silence washed ashore
with spring's final showers
his fate is sealed
gallows ablaze amidst the lake

All souls to plead
for hopes of yore
All souls to plead
in the hands of the oar

tear-shot eyes deplore
the piercing cries of yore.
blood-shot cries ignore
the deep-drawn sighs offshore
blood-shot cries fall on deaf ears
tear-shot eyes gaze at dead fears

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