Old Mans Child - Funeral, Swords And Souls Lyrics
Funeral, Swords And Souls Lyrics
Main vocals by Grusom and AldrahnI proclaim the victim's fallNow I shudder by the sight of youCrucified by my nailsYou hunger by my hammerBorn in pity, so raised in pityAnd grown to be what's weakSuffering beneath my bladeAs you bend your knees to the dustVoices, spirits and smokeFrom the pyre up by the glisteringNever more was this seenIn happiness and joyMemorize the ashBeyond the shellOf souls enfolded in bloodRaining flat, my handsSacramental juice from stabbed woundsBorn in pity, so raised in pity And grown to be what's weakSuffering beneath my bladeAs you bend your knees to the dustVoices spirits and smokeFrom the pyre up by the glisteringNever more was this seenIn happiness and joyDespise it. I doThe rise of mankindSeen by time, all the years that went byThe rumbling of the night-thunderWitnessed the stoning
Old Man's Child Funeral, Swords And Souls
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