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Old Man's Child - Funeral, swords and souls lyrics

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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