Gaze upon the ancient cities A broken throne of a dying king Now see the skies, itВґs 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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