Solar systems turn around the axis of their own...
Mountains settle to the oceans, waves just flow and flow...
Desert plains of death keep glowing, seas of sand keep burning hot
....but you can still hear the cracks of whip tearing flesh and splashing blood...
Plough of time cleaves furrows
Wooden crosses decay...
Those haunting cracks tear the silence...
On sleepless nights I stagger on my left-hand insomnia-lane
New moon rises on the skyline, the newborn goes astray
Magma spurts out from the abyss, Sun belches golden rays
Desert plains of death keep glowing, seas of sand keep burning hot
....but you can still hear the cracks of whip tearing flesh and splashing blood...
Plough of time cleaves furrows
Wooden crosses decay...
Those haunting cracks tear the silence...
On sleepless nights I stagger on my left-hand insomnia-lane
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