Need to touch (present life)
Thy life is none
For thy soul burns
Hate for will
My grief will be avenged
Bailing the grass
Flaying
Timeless grasp
Flaying
Smolder the bones
Horror on the stones
Roped hands
Are raking air
Slight of life
Fate stands
Its wicked snare
A needle of life
Bail me
Like rows of hay
A needle of life
Cold... Hate...
Cold empty space
Hate for will
For thy soul burns
They grief will be avenged
Cold empty space Need to touch (present life) Thy life is none For thy soul burns Hate for will My grief will be avenged Bailing the grass Flaying Timeless grasp Flaying Smolder the bones Horror on the stones Roped hands Are raking air Slight of life Fate stands Its wicked snare A needle of life Bail me Like rows of hay A needle of life Cold... Hate... Cold empty space Hate for will For thy soul burns They grief will be avenged Explain Request ×
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