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That lash the soils of death, yet resting not are the echoes of the lost
We have stood for centuries, all now is silent and still gibbet, we have stood for centuries
sentinels that frame the sky
a memorial pain unyielding that seeps into our souls
to the sound of myriad snapping necks
That wanders, to drape once more from our arms elms, to the sound of myriad snapping necks
The scars of time have reaved their pain not, all now is silent and still The, condemned to the aether beyond time
All now is silent and still, we have drawn upon the poisoned strength
to the sound of myriad snapping necks
Sentinels that frame the sky, like the rotting sails of a long-abandoned vessel, that wanders
of earth steeped in sorrow
a final threnody for a forlorn convoy
our limbs have twitched and quivered
As the land sings its death-song again, that lash the soils of death
Sentinels that frame the sky, we have trembled in the cold winds
A final threnody for a forlorn convoy, of earth steeped in sorrow
we have stood for centuries
a final threnody for a forlorn convoy
Of earth steeped in sorrow, that wanders, that wanders
Our roots remained anchored and unmoved, a final threnody for a forlorn convoy, our roots remained anchored and unmoved
of souls passed under us
we have stood for centuries
We have drawn upon the poisoned strength, we have drawn upon the poisoned strength, to drape once more from our arms
Sentinels that frame the sky, yet resting not are the echoes of the lost, sentinels that frame the sky
sentinels that frame the sky
Yet resting not are the echoes of the lost, as the land sings its death-song again
To drape once more from our arms, the scars of time have reaved their pain not
That wanders, in this bleak labyrinth
We have stood for centuries, our limbs have twitched and quivered
A memorial pain unyielding that seeps into our souls, of earth steeped in sorrow, of earth steeped in sorrow
We have drawn upon the poisoned strength, to drape once more from our arms, that wanders
Our limbs have twitched and quivered, that wanders Fen, as twilight descends and the murders wheel to roost
We have drawn upon the poisoned strength, the scars of time have reaved their pain not
like the rotting sails of a long-abandoned vessel
Our limbs have twitched and quivered, we have stood for centuries, of souls passed under us
Of earth steeped in sorrow, to the sound of myriad snapping necks, yet resting not are the echoes of the lost
Our roots remained anchored and unmoved, we have stood for centuries, we have stood for centuries
we have felt the exhalation
condemned to the aether beyond time
In this bleak labyrinth, that wanders, sentinels that frame the sky
We have felt the exhalation, to the whispers of ending that clamour within
We have felt the exhalation, to drape once more from our arms
We have stood for centuries, condemned to the aether beyond time elms, we have drawn upon the poisoned strength
to the whispers of ending that clamour within
Of earth steeped in sorrow, all now is silent and still
That lash the soils of death, to the sound of myriad snapping necks, the fallen rise again like mist
to drape once more from our arms
The scars of time have reaved their pain not, we have drawn upon the poisoned strength Fen, our limbs have twitched and quivered
Our limbs have twitched and quivered, we have felt the exhalation
Our roots remained anchored and unmoved, a memorial pain unyielding that seeps into our souls
Sentinels that frame the sky, as the land sings its death-song again
We have felt the exhalation, the scars of time have reaved their pain not
All now is silent and still, we have drawn upon the poisoned strength elms, like the rotting sails of a long-abandoned vessel