Correction Paroles Lord of the Grave par Undeath

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Scholarly pursuits of life after death
Existing after your last breath
Skin is rotting off, vision's nearly lost
Erudition achieved at all cost

I hear their screams
And smell their reeking
Rotting corpses

A sickness growing inside of me
Gnawing at the void
Where my self should be

Sacrificed humanity
Long riddled with disease
Atop a bone-made throne
I am lord of the grave

Supersede the need to feast for creed
Existing after your last deed
Skin is rotting off, vision's nearly lost
Erudition achieved at all cost

(I) hear their scrеams
And smell their reeking rotting corpses
A sicknеss growing inside of me
Gnawing at the void
Where my self should be

When I am dead and rotten
Through death I'm begotten
Weathered over time
My bones will be forgotten

Sacrificed humanity
Long riddled with disease
Atop a bone-made throne
I am lord of the grave

Commanding forces by decree
Long riddled with disease
They reap but do not sow
I am lord of the grave

Sacrificed humanity
Long riddled with disease
Atop a bone-made throne
I am lord of the grave

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