A whisper carried on the Winter Wind
Simple, yet the seed is sown amongst us
And rumors grow into unseen foes
And from within, an Empire overthrown
Blood dripping from a constellation
Falling from the dying sky above us
Wash the guilt from our hands
And feign surprise at our self-imposed demise
Obscured by the fog that descends upon us
Blindness rules this night
Marching through the drizzle in the dead time of the year
To the limbo of outside, I’m resigned
Eater of the Witch Heart
Two-Faced God has come to tear me apart
Eater of the Witch Heart
Two-Faced God has run from the damage he imparts
Eater of the Witch Heart
The God is now the gun
Gives us leave to depart
But the damage has been done
Obscured by the fog that descends upon us
Blindness rules this night
Marching through the drizzle in the dead time of the year
In the limbo of outside, all Hope lies
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