Eurydice's ****** body is covered in moss
I feel her aged finish and weep
We all scattered when it hit
I ran into an abandoned watermill
To hid from the infection they're trying to spread
The knowledge of good and evil
Apartment complexes mowed down
Only the doors remained standing
To be open and allow a sound to come out
The sound of defiant opposition
That will shake the world from this contagion
The Birthgiver's sacrifice, her life taken in vain
Now a mystic, an alchemist, a shaman and a mage come from the other side of the world
Here is the sound
The one the calls us
Here is the picture
Faded to yellow
Tattered away by time
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
Eurydice's ****** body is covered in moss
I feel her aged finish and weep
We all scattered when it hit
I ran into an abandoned watermill
To hid from the infection they're trying to spread
The knowledge of good and evil
Apartment complexes mowed down
Only the doors remained standing
To be open and allow a sound to come out
The sound of defiant opposition
That will shake the world from this contagion
The Birthgiver's sacrifice, her life taken in vain
Now a mystic, an alchemist, a shaman and a mage come from the other side of the world
Here is the sound
The one the calls us
Here is the picture
Faded to yellow
Tattered away by time
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