Correction Paroles Sorrowpsalm par Black Crown Initiate

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This space, not mine
A fragile body holding
Purest form of death
I'll crawl in cold, wakeful terror
And clutch to my miracle
To the nothing I have left

Found, I'm fallow
In the circles I traverse
I have not felt
A sense of sin in my silence
A self in my sadness
This hand that I have dealt

Gaze toward a setting sun
Take time, you dying once

Our psalm is one of sorrow
Our psalm is one of pain
And bitterness of knowing
We'll never laugh again
The pit to hold our bodies
Was dug by those ordained
Our god is one of sorrow
Our god is one of pain

Those gone before
(Those gone before.)
Spoken, no more
(Spoken, no more.)
This face, not mine
Those gone before

A fragile body holding
Purest form of death
I'll crawl in cold, wakeful terror
And clutch to my miracle
To the nothing I have left

Sound, I'm shallow
In the circles I traverse
I have not felt
A sense of sin in my silence
A self in my sadness
As I beg to…

Gaze toward a setting sun
Take time, you dying once

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