Withered - The Fated Breath Тексты

Come, black, flood
Blood, moon, tide
Crush, iced, peaks
Purge, this plague

Winds blowm clouds churn above
On comes the fated breath
Eroding, reclaiming
Become as earth
Ears deafen, awe stricken
Stripped from our wretched throne

Dawn the age
Darkened silence
All is reborn
From the silence
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