Lyrics:
This Is The War The tyrant won't sepulchered You don't deserve a grave You'll be eaten by vultures No chance to save yourself The tyrant won't
attire, a necklace, silk tights The merciful gift of an affectional adieu The humble lady was defiled, abused, allured She was sepulchered Under the weight
Weep, ye cursed, weep and groan! Thy sins? Seas of tears can not atone! Plead till the years are sepulchered! In Hell ay, mercy hath no throne!
As I fall from the haunt of the hidden from sepulchered, still repose I revive my hellion soul on the flowering shores of the mortal A reflection in
sitting in the dark. The caskets squeak, The trees wheeze, The crypts all creak, And toes sepulchered for months and months in dust Are wiggling off
a bleak suns pallid leaden glare histories great sepulchered masses lie from the ages near and the ages long gone by death can on both black and white
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