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All in the grey time
Our waxen faces, our possessors
And we, the dispossessed
Torn to shreds by airy fingers
And so I rot
Ghosts walk slow, impel my death
I'm burnt to dust by your red run

Five leagues of blood churning
Walking through the desert
Don’t cry, don’t cry, child
Thorns in my skin burning
Hanging by skin barely
Death comes in winds blowing
Eaten by dying red times
Forsaken slowly

Rot
Twisting, I rot
Hanging, I rot
Rot

A plague of beetles
Burn me

All in the grey time
Our waxen faces, our possessors
And we, the dispossessed
Torn to shreds by bloody fingers
And so I rot
I never dreamed, I never wept
Burnt to dust by your red sun

Gathered, the great nations
Walking through the desert
I saw the face of God
Breathe in, the dust feeds me
Gathered, the great nations
Can’t undo what death has done
Masters, can you hear me
Burnt by your sun
Burn me

Rot

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from Old, Blackened Century, released January 19, 2010
Music: Dumnorix Xristophage
Lyrics: Dumnorix Xristophage / Stolas Trephinator

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