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sons of perdition - psalm of withering كلمات الأغنية

see that girl weeping silent in her cold empty home
watch her pretty flesh wither and drop from the bone
smell the tears of that boy as they pain his poor face
his heart stumbles and it falters with complete lack of grace

hear the man cursing softly as he dies in his bed
in the clutches of the cancer that blooms in his head
and feel the soul of that lady get sucked through the gates
though her body treads onward down the path that she hates

now taste the blood on the t__th of the only one you love
now taste the blood on the t__th of the only one you love

well, the preacher on monday like the farmer on sunday
and the shepherd out some other day, no they ain’t exempt
so don’t waste time with your tears, beacause it’s worse than you fear
you gotta get right out of town before your own day gets here

now sow the seeds in that ground that grow so fallow and cold
you know they’ll never be found, i say they’ll only grow mold
’cause there ain’t gonna be no big harvest this year
i tell you time to settle debts, it is drawing so near

now taste the blood on the t__th of the only one you love
yeah, taste the blood on the t__th of the only one you love

- sons of perdition

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