Pulpit Plague Songtext
von Torch Runner
Pulpit Plague Songtext
A world grown grey that calls our dead and cold to be damned.
A blind rite from a dead mans cause.
You have cut out my tongue.
In wrath I spit on your name.
I am not lost, but you are blind.
Blinded by the shroud that covers your world,
And a cross that forces you to kneel.
A blind rite from a dead mans cause.
You have cut out my tongue.
In wrath I spit on your name.
I am not lost, but you are blind.
Blinded by the shroud that covers your world,
And a cross that forces you to kneel.
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