Текст (слова) песни: Old Man Gloom - Bells Dark Above Our Heads

 
Drones carry my body 
To the top of the mountain of gods 
Carrion circle the corpse 
Of pale faces ears sewn shut 
Roots crawl through our eyes 
And poke like fingers towards the waiting sun 
And I see the hole in your skull 
Where your soul leaked out dead
 

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