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• Artiste: Five Fathoms Deep
• Titre: Pity Is Treason
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Alas, of the ten plagues Famine repeats Gripping with claws on their echo-less homes Kings that were made with blind luck and greed Now struggle to rule when their kingdom is starving A thirst for salvation, they pray this is wrong Begot by their family, they'll battle the storm I just can't believe my own eyes When the Temple of Reason surely lies All of the dying There's few that's surviving At the ease that your head can roll Hopes lost in this town Their patience now fades They'll end all the doubt from the rule that they've made A march of a past Across baron waste The gallows now long for the necks of the traitors Now peace is restored, A blight of an age Tastes of remembrance, of the mess that they made I just can't believe my own eyes When the Temple of Reason surely lies All of the dying There's few that's surviving At the ease that your head can roll Calamity will rise, from the idols they've praised Reach for the light and stop preaching from the grave