 Funeral, swords and souls lyrics ( Old man's child )   
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 Rate Funeral, Swords And Souls
Artist : Old man's child
Song : Funeral, swords and souls
Lyrics by Aldrahn
Main vocals by Grusom and
Aldrahn
I proclaim the victim's
fall
Now I shudder by the sight of
you
Crucified by my nails
You hunger by my
hammer
Born in pity, so raised in
pity
And grown to be what's weak
Suffering
beneath my blade
As you bend your knees to the
dust
Voices, spirits and smoke
From the
pyre up by the glistering
Never more was this
seen
In happiness and joy
Memorize the
ash
Beyond the shell
Of souls enfolded
in blood
Raining flat, my hands
Sacramental
juice from stabbed wounds
Born in pity, so
raised in pity
And grown to be what's
weak
Suffering beneath my blade
As you bend
your knees to the dust
Voices spirits and
smoke
From the pyre up by the
glistering
Never more was this seen
In
happiness and joy
Despise it. I do
The
rise of mankind
Seen by time, all the years
that went by
The rumbling of the
night-thunder
Witnessed the stoning
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