The Drowning - The Obsidian Fires | Текст песни

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Writhe in her scorn,
words made of stone maligned she devours,
This feast is our own
dark are the fires, the souls soft decay
Poisoned the flesh, our wings tom away

And cry out against us,
bleed the sunlight from the sky
And beat us destroy us,
disciple of a world in pain
We fall through the flames in the arms of our god
And cast us to the fire,
to the edges of the earth
And hold us in despair,
dare to watch the coming flame

A seraphim, immersed in sin,
in lights decay the shackles will bind her
A seraphim, immersed in sin,
in lights decay she casts away
To the earth, at her rebirth,
all hell will bleed for her disease
She brings her fire, to her desire,
to silence pain, no shackles can bind her

See in her eyes.......pour the scorn of your dishonour
See in her mouth.....rejoice into the sounds of silence
See in her hands......the sky has bled obsidian fire
And we will fall to her desire

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