Seasons Of Fire Tresspass My Flesh
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From under worlds seasons of fire tresspass my flesh
Past dying, a past dies in each step onward
As thunder clash from ancient storms
These woods they speak in dreams i mourn
And captured to thy winter throne, my end still born death
And these grey shadows enthrone our sorrows
As if baptized in pure sin, dying non-exsistence
Thy darkness is all exsistence and power with in
In my dreams i've seen, only to awake in terror screams
Now i'am a slave to this demon born in my flesh
As thunder clash from ancient storms
These woods they speak in dreams i mourn
And captured to thy winter throne, my end still born death
And these grey shadows entrone our sorrows
As if baptized in pure sin, dimming non-exsistence
Tyrants of chaos, angel of death, legions they call
As seasons of fire tresspass my flesh
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