歌词
Chasm Dweller
Hold your idol
Split your tongue
Held beneath
For ages
Unable to speak
A voiceless banished creation
Who's voice once pierced the air
Now pulling threads to unravel a vice gripping cloak
Laying with, visions of descent. Memories of the forest eclipse.
Frosts over my eyes
Deprived of air, history dismantled.
The Crimson Moon beams with heat across the plains.
Created by the greedy silky hands of humankind
Garner everlasting composure,
For my children have abandoned me through indoctrination my
Patience grows thinner than the blood spilled across your forests
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