
They Day We’ll Be Gone Fleshgod Apocalypse
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Closed, the eyes of the dead
Yet I can see you all black surrounding my old abode
A cry breaking the silence
Lament of a mourner washing pain away like rain
Life, the day we'll be gone
A step into the unknown
Free from all fears
Crave the peace of our earth
Finally back to the place we belong
Life, the greatest of all lies
The time to blink our eyes and we’re gone
Before we die
Crave our immortality
As the memory resides in our name and fills the hearts
Lone, my body rests
May the earth lie lightly upon my defenseless spoils
Void, epiphany of absence
Fading all my senses into the eternal night
Vacuum
Time, the day we'll be gone
The sleep of no return
Where everything's clear
Fame resounds in the words
The true epitaph that will live forever
Pain, afflicting the hearts
Infecting the souls
It’s carved in the memories of our sons
Face what we've become
It shapes in the mirror a man we don't know
Yet I can see you all black surrounding my old abode
A cry breaking the silence
Lament of a mourner washing pain away like rain
Life, the day we'll be gone
A step into the unknown
Free from all fears
Crave the peace of our earth
Finally back to the place we belong
Life, the greatest of all lies
The time to blink our eyes and we’re gone
Before we die
Crave our immortality
As the memory resides in our name and fills the hearts
Lone, my body rests
May the earth lie lightly upon my defenseless spoils
Void, epiphany of absence
Fading all my senses into the eternal night
Vacuum
Time, the day we'll be gone
The sleep of no return
Where everything's clear
Fame resounds in the words
The true epitaph that will live forever
Pain, afflicting the hearts
Infecting the souls
It’s carved in the memories of our sons
Face what we've become
It shapes in the mirror a man we don't know
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