
A Spirit De Septin Corpus Songtext
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Every breeze is the last breath
of a glady dying god
a spirit de septin corpus
we speak of true evil
based not far behind us
aforce soon will come
laying bloody waste
to all in their path
well, bones without you are doomed
use your tongue / for more than lapping blood
beside we have failed
with his first born
as you release that
which we have created
in love and hope
we are more than a human
you were only a man
with no wings to spread
when you have just / taught me the meaning
of such loss / our blood will live on
a creature of the wild and nothing more
of a glady dying god
a spirit de septin corpus
we speak of true evil
based not far behind us
aforce soon will come
laying bloody waste
to all in their path
well, bones without you are doomed
use your tongue / for more than lapping blood
beside we have failed
with his first born
as you release that
which we have created
in love and hope
we are more than a human
you were only a man
with no wings to spread
when you have just / taught me the meaning
of such loss / our blood will live on
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