Crucifixion - Tomorrow Is The End
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Chambers and rooms with embedded dust,
disappearing and healing in open graves
enliven with miseries of once held beliefs
deformed rivers participate
Temptation yearns in bellowed moans
as the clock it turns backwards
through up from a narrow rest
to shower the race with agony
Walk the rains that are mocked
Resentment brings the end
Chambers and rooms with embedded dust,
disappearing and healing in open graves
enliven with miseries of once held beliefs
deformed rivers participate
Temptation yearns in bellowed moans
as the clock it turns backwards
through up from a narrow rest
to shower the race with agony
Walk the rains that are mocked
Resentment brings the end
Awaken chanting corpses,
evading what was left to judge
Dreary thinking nightmares,
devouring inside a million days
Forlorn tired figures,
knowledge leaves an empty space
Underlying immense beast,
that soon decides to crawl
Beheaded destitute children,
swimming in bedarken waters
Open remaining vaults,
apparitions even feel the air
Sleeper of sensation
slowly taking pace to alleviate some sickness
Sleeper of sensation
crossed too far, too far to come and see
Awaken chanting corpses, evading
what was left to judge
Dreary thinking nightmares,
devouring inside a million days
Forlorn tired figures,
knowledge leaves an empty space
Underlying immense beast, that
soon decides to crawl
Beheaded destitute children,
swimming in bedarken waters
Open remaining vaults,
apparitions even feel the air
Chambers and rooms with embedded dust,
disappearing and healing in open graves
enliven with miseries of once held beliefs
deformed rivers participate
Temptation yearns in bellowed moans
as the clock it turns backwards
through up from a narrow rest
to shower the race with agony
Walk the rains that are mocked
Resentment brings the end
Chambers and rooms with embedded dust,
disappearing and healing in open graves
enliven with miseries of once held beliefs
deformed rivers participate
Temptation yearns in bellowed moans
as the clock it turns backwards
through up from a narrow rest
to shower the race with agony
Walk the rains that are mocked
Resentment brings the end
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