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Old Man Gloom - Bells Dark Above Our Heads 歌词
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Old Man Gloom
Bells Dark Above Our Heads
Drones carry my body
to the top of the mountain of gods
carrion circle the corpse
of pale faces ears sewn shut
and poke like fingers towards the waiting sun
and I see the hole in your skull
where your soul leaked out dead
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