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Old Man's Child - Funeral, Swords And Souls Lyrics

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  • I proclaim the victim's fall
  • Now I shudder by the sight of you
  • Crucified by my nails
  • You hunger by my hammer
  • Born in pity, so raised in pity
  • And grown to be what's weak
  • Suffering beneath my blade
  • As you bend your knees to the dust
  • Voices, spirits and smoke
  • From the pyre up by the glistering
  • Never more was this seen
  • In happiness and joy
  • Memorize the ash
  • Beyond the shell
  • Of souls enfolded in blood
  • Raining flat, my hands
  • Sacramental juice from stabbed wounds
  • Born in pity, so raised in pity
  • And grown to be what's weak
  • Suffering beneath my blade
  • As you bend your knees to the dust
  • Voices spirits and smoke
  • From the pyre up by the glistering
  • Never more was this seen
  • In happiness and joy
  • Despise it. I do
  • The rise of mankind
  • Seen by time, all the years that went by
  • The rumbling of the night-thunder
  • Witnessed the stoning

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