Scattered by your believes, to weak to bend your knees - The nails are hammered through my eyes, my cross is carried and my soul is lost - Where my shadow crawls inside my dreams, i see the not in thee unseen - I planted the seeds which will never grow, i cast the stones in one throw - My tomb will not be spaded to your yard of graves, i know i am dead to wick the flames, the rise of the undead, i cannot be saved
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