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• Artiste: At The Throne Of Judgement
• Titre: Discarnate By Design
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[Chorus] For every casket contrived, There was a life prepared for its abode, The ground holds the living, How shall this work? [Verse 1] In the ground, Beneath the soil, Her Feral will to live, Exceeds her. As she realizes, In this apalling pastime, She was nothing but a pawn. A simple murmur, Admist the dawns - The dawn of Being, a time for believing. Oh, How the night, Reminds me of my shadowed thoughts. My malicious plot. Unveling to me What redemption I had previously lost. [Chorus] For every casket contrived, There was a life prepared for its abode, The ground holds the living, How shall this work? A ghost she becomes Without a home She is bodiless and doomed [Verse 2] In the ground, Beneath the soil, Her Feral will to live, Exceeds her. As she realizes, In this apalling pastime, She was nothing but a pawn. Remember me? Twisted lady, I hope you regret everything in sincere, As I hammer, try to cohere. Your indifference is my motive to make you suffer. I hope you'll enjoy this velvet cover, You'll die just like all the others. [Verse 3] A simple murmur, Admist the dawns - The dawn of Being, a time for believing. Oh, How the night, Reminds me of my shadowed thoughts. My malicious plot. Unveling to me What redemption I had previously lost.