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By Madder Mortem, Chamber of the mourner
Ashes of a morning mass
Six feet of
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By Madder Mortem, This is where forever opens
This is where all flesh is
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By Madder Mortem, When your hands speak, my body converted to ears
When you
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By Madder Mortem, All I ever wanted was a little discipline
A master's touch
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By Madder Mortem, This is where the bodies fell
Feel the pressure on the
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By Madder Mortem, [Instrumental]
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By Madder Mortem, Blood to bind and love to damn me
Formed in clay,
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By Madder Mortem, He who longed for the stars
They would soothe him
In this
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By Madder Mortem, Head on pillow
Hand and mouth like dust
that softly, softly falls
Spirit
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By Madder Mortem, Words vomited into a face
Cold leavings, there's only bleak and
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By Madder Mortem, I do recall that face
I've done my best to wash
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By Madder Mortem, No one to trust or depend on no more
Nothing is
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By Madder Mortem, [See these bleeding hands that you left to dry
Your garden
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By Madder Mortem, Remake
Here I am in Necropolis
Run my fingers down my
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By Madder Mortem, Oh, little figures that toil under weather and sun
Your backbreaking
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By Madder Mortem, Heaven knows I've not been good to you
Heaven knows I've
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By Madder Mortem, I am so sorry. I've made amends
I've kept my peace
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By Madder Mortem, Send him from this land, he's bleeding
A display of pain
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By Madder Mortem, Silence has already spoken
They have all failed to hold their
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By Madder Mortem, This is all yours if you want it
My sick landscape,
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By Madder Mortem, Sonatine for the desired one
You make my blood boil
You make
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By Madder Mortem, A daring step
The waiting crowd
A hungry child
must learn to bow
Yes,
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By Madder Mortem, Where do you go?
I don't know
Cold carbon air
Breathing out filth
Breathing
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By Madder Mortem, .....and when the ocean washed me up onto you shore,
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By Madder Mortem, The traitor's mark
I see myself through read, dead eyes
I make
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By Madder Mortem, Oh, it's really alluring
These mortal sins of the flesh
I never
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By Madder Mortem, [To kill and kill again
On the eleventh day, he reached
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By Madder Mortem, Turn, turn
Let the rosegrove burn
Turn, turn
Watch the flies and learn
Turn,
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By Madder Mortem, The mist has covered my eyes
And whispers of sleep in
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By Madder Mortem, Something's changing
I feel
I see
Tearing me to dust
Stillborn laughter
My master is