Flesh Tomb - Insignias to the Hollow Void of the Abyss
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The void calls like a winters grip

Mother nature’s dancing limbs

The sun at its highest point

But not a ray within iris' glimpse

Synthesized lives remain

But the wind is what cries

God’s creation kicking the chair out from under itself


How dare thy hand rest upon my eyes


Dancing upon the razor’s edge

Was bound to get us cut

Now nothing remains

Dust to dust

Be gone

Belong

They ears will hear thy swan song

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