The Body - Just, Wretched | Текст песни

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• The Body
• Just, Wretched

Suffered to live through
Times made of pain.
Thankless for early deaths
Wretched lives
Wretched homes.
Hopes on wing fall from sky
Dreams wash ashore
As 100,000 dead.
Blind to our fate
All over the earth.
The beasts of the field
And of the air.
And the thing that crawls beneath.
They shall have dominion over us.
And we forever
Underneath the earth.