LYRIC

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This god is of a madness
Where life holds no surprise
The years gonna pass your face
As men become too bright

With the arrow
Pull our ropes and chains too tight
Shed not a care for no man
She sleeps alone tonight

The altar will be scented
The altar will be scented

Her little ugly tragedy
It’s a poor man’s stumbling ground
Just like a serpent seeking
And listen to the sound

Destitution have an encore
Where reason’s put to rest
Just slip into its deeper hands
Where faith is put to rest

The altar will be scented
The altar will be scented

Torn by the four winds
Breathless from the start
I can show you
To pull those legs apart
The dead man had a daughter
And will let the reaper through
The hunters in the sea of chains
The world comes after you

The altar will be scented
The altar will be scented

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  1. Abigail

    June 25, 2021 at 10:51 am

    I do not know how to thank you.

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