Wither Lyrics

Gaze upon the ancient cities
A broken throne of a dying king
Now see the skies, it´s charred remains
And try to hear a dead bird sing
Black dawn comes - Our blessing becomes our curse

To watch decay, as once written The lord forever, dies insane
His lies caught up with their creator
The dead bid never sings again

Black dawn comes - Our blessing becomes our curse

Wither

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