Withered

[00:26.72] Everything is now grim and grey
[00:39.85] A void without perspective
[00:51.03]
[00:53.33] Feeling so bleak and astray
[01:06.33] A hollowness without perspective
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[01:45.94] A landscape of desolate graves
[01:52.60] The bolts of the earth
[01:59.40] Grey in different shades
[02:05.81] Secluding the dead from life and its birth
[02:18.93]
[02:25.63] Everything is now grim and grey
[02:39.03] Feeling so bleak and astray
[02:49.94]
[02:52.39] A hollowness without perspective
[03:03.09]
[03:18.68] A landscape of desolate graves
[03:25.47] The bolts of the earth
[03:29.08]
[03:32.05] Grey in different shades
[03:38.50] Secluding the dead from life and its birth
[03:49.94]
[04:12.33] The withered wood of a dead tree
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[04:21.24] Your coffin to be
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[04:28.16] Encircled by a cold dense fog
[04:34.60] As a hazy and intangible tog
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[05:05.18] Here, your sanguinary footmark ends
[05:14.99]
[05:18.20] Here, your bleak existence descends
[05:28.72]
[05:58.39] The withered wood of a dead tree
[06:07.26] Your coffin to be...
[06:12.61]
[06:37.64] Here, your sanguinary footmark ends
[06:44.19] Here, your bleak existence descends
[06:51.59] Now, death takes the helm
[07:03.93] Now, you forever enter its realm
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[07:23.80] Enter its realm
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