The Bonfire Pickets
The Bonfire Pickets - Withering lyrics
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Withering, he stayed, growing weak As if his flesh would burn out their eyes His voice, wrench the ears from their heads, And shatter their hollow skulls! What hath he done, this creature, unknown In character and stance To be inflicted with such rage and fury? Ah yes, to be unknown is to be frozen in A barren vault of loneliness