| | Funeral, Swords And Souls Lyrics Artist(Band):Old Man's Child
[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 If you find some error in Funeral, Swords And Souls Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Funeral, Swords And Souls The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Old Man's Child" Music | |
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