Darklands

Darklands - Wither lyrics

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[music: sanga | lyric: burvall]



Gaze upon the ancient cities

A broken throne of a dying king

Now see the skies, it´s charred remains

And try to hear a dead bird sing

Black dawn comes - Our blessing becomes our curse



To watch decay, as once written

The lord forever, dies insane

His lies caught up with their creator

The dead bid never sings again



Black dawn comes - Our blessing becomes our curse



Wither
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