Torch Runner - Pulpit Plague Lyrics

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.
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