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My Crows Often Bull Gates (Sick Six Sics)

The dei, the place, it is not far away
Maiden, salvation, breaking chains
Making us innocent, in our sin, again, in a sense
 
Evening, land blends into sky
Night falls and we find ourselves
Blind but not lightless
 
Son, RISE!
 
You do not know what I say, just obey
You are deaf, not dead
O' betrayer of decay and flesh
 
Under a mock-up of Apocalypse
Throngs, lost flocks, walk on
Yeah, they'd kneel but they're simply not feeling it
 
Numb! Bursting!
Son of a Nimrod
Built the wrong bridge
 
I don't know what you prayed for
Waste of ways we could move forward
Strange to say it's the end of days
When winter is gone and night's not longer,
The light's just late
 
Shall my shell, my secret name
Faithfully escape the mouth of war
Or does Time kill all things,
A healer that's chewing on our wounds
 
Every river ends in blood
Every city ends in dust
Every sinner needs a flood
Send us anything, but please, no more lizard kings
Utmakalitho
Written by Utmakalitho
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Author's Note
Working title, intended for the metal genre
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