The Vigil
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The Vigil
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Blinded by the witching haze of a spectral light
I spiral deep into the shadow lands of the fearsome night
I have become my own prey... My own prey
Carving gravestone epitaphs on nameless tombs
I hold the widow makers scythe, shearing dreams of gravid wombs
My cries, my prey, my absolution
My cries, my prey, my absolution
I see the black wings of hell rising
The for mourners weep and the dead grieve for the dying
Raven claws tear at my eyes
The hangman hums my requiems reprise
I see the black wings of hell...
I see the black wings of hell...
I see the black wings of hell...
I see the black wings of hell
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Nomad Son performs "The Vigil", and this lyric page sits inside the Nomad Son catalog on LyroVerse.
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