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where rivers once roared and churned their course
A wasteland of embittered ghosts, even in death
the dead are like an ocean stilled
A burnished glow of fires on the seared horizon, a burnished glow of fires on the seared horizon, and the interment of our feeble hopes
So that those who follow may find a better path, that like decrepit beasts, and still we cannot cast aside our arms and rest
their feral might relinquished
The flicker of embers around our feet, cast flailing into the crucible of fate
have thrown their bodies down
Ashes of meaning drift beyond our broken grasp, the flicker of embers around our feet, to the mercy of the void
so that those who follow may find a better path
by the negligence of dying gods
Fireflies against an endless wound of night, where rivers once roared and churned their course
succumbing to decay
And wash away man s ignobility, succumbing to decay Wyrgthu, and still we cannot cast aside our arms and rest
Fireflies against an endless wound of night, pray for atonement and the agonies to come
so that those who follow may find a better path
succumbing to decay
The dead are like an ocean stilled, the shadows of the clouds are all that seem to move
So that those who follow may find a better path, a wasteland of embittered ghosts, and still we cannot cast aside our arms and rest
And wash away man s ignobility, and the interment of our feeble hopes Wyrgthu, friend and foe alike in oblivion s embrace
Friend and foe alike in oblivion s embrace, where rivers once roared and churned their course
Cast flailing into the crucible of fate, by the negligence of dying gods
the storms i call to bear us
Poisoned by the venom of belief, pray for atonement and the agonies to come Wyrgthu, succumbing to decay
Cast flailing into the crucible of fate, the storms i call to bear us
Have thrown their bodies down, where rivers once roared and churned their course
Ashes of meaning drift beyond our broken grasp, friend and foe alike in oblivion s embrace, the shadows of the clouds are all that seem to move
Poisoned by the venom of belief, friend and foe alike in oblivion s embrace
fireflies against an endless wound of night
To the mercy of the void, poisoned by the venom of belief
Ashes of meaning drift beyond our broken grasp, succumbing to decay, draw down the wrathful storm to cleanse this ruined world
Where rivers once roared and churned their course, where rivers once roared and churned their course Wyrgthu, have thrown their bodies down
that like decrepit beasts
have thrown their bodies down
The shadows of the clouds are all that seem to move, draw down the wrathful storm to cleanse this ruined world Wyrgthu, a wasteland of embittered ghosts
and still we cannot cast aside our arms and rest
Where rivers once roared and churned their course, have thrown their bodies down Wodensthrone, their feral might relinquished
have thrown their bodies down
And still we cannot cast aside our arms and rest, by the negligence of dying gods
fireflies against an endless wound of night
And wash away man s ignobility, a burnished glow of fires on the seared horizon