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Unto Death
02:53
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Solace sought in faith and deeds
Misbegotten tithes and dreams
Epitaph scoured rotten
Who it was now lays forgotten
Void does give
The void shall take
Fear all you know forgot
Sickness of each soul's rot
Pain that shall never cease
As long as you you breathe
Until the sweet release
Sickness in every breath, sickness, unto, death
Hollowed vessel of emotion
Chosen pain and bitter potion
Help devotion become despair
Know the cycle can't be broken
Void does make
The void shall break
Fear all you love be lost
Sickness is each soul's lot
Pain shall never cease
As long as you you breathe
Until the sweet release
Sickness every breath, sickness, unto death
Until the sweet release
Vicious sickness unto death
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We watched on so passively
As innocents around us died
And we just held our tongues
As they set fire to the sky
Will the future say
We went gently into the night
Or that we bravely raged
Against the dying of the light
Now we cannot pretend
We tried to make a stand
A Nuremberg defense
Why should we even try
When already the knife
Has worked so deep inside
Yeah we all find our way back home
But it may not be the place you think you know
I never feared death
It's the threat of living forever that makes my blood run cold
As week passed after week
We refused to stir from our sleep
As the incessant sound
Of gunfire echoed in the street
And only once it was
Too late to hope for peace
We knew the future would
Remember us for being weak
Now we cannot pretend
We tried to make a stand
A Nuremberg defense
How can we hope to try
When already this knife
Has worked so deep inside
No we cannot pretend
We tried to make a stand
A Nuremberg defense
How can we hope to try
When our hand grips the knife
That's killing us inside
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Mortification
02:44
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Trapped within
Trying to feel
Anything
Could be real
Broken spirit, spoke in wheel
Hollowed shell brought to heel
Without vision, yet I see
With no direction, yet I seek
Mortification with each breath
Mortification
Be
Fore
Death
Free me from
Humanity
Memory betrays me
Broken mask of sanity
Struggle on
Toil through pain
Or forfeit
This losing game
Ugly and deep
Echo lies
Of dreams mocked
To death by time
Without a voice, but I scream
Without a choice, all but free
Mortification by each lie
Mortification
Before the body
Dies
All the streaks
Of running tears
Never washed
Away your fears
Specious beast
Trapped in pride
Until
It's demise
Without voice, yet I scream
Without heart, but I feel
Without a hope, I can't dream
Mortification, before the body
Dies
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Speck of Dust
In the light
All shall fade
Into the night
Blind me to every tie that binds me
Left to dust two meters deep
Lost to time and memory
Where I rest but never dream
No more lies
No More screams
No more strife
No more dreams
No second chance
No afterlife
Speck of dust
In the light
All will fade
Into the night
Ash to ash and dust begot
All become equal
When they’re forgot
When they’re forgot
Speck of dust
In the light
All will fade
Into the night
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WitchHands Colorado Springs, Colorado
WitchHands is a Colorado based Goth Rock / Deathrock band
D-beat rhythms, melodic synths, grinding guitars, and lyrics ranging from sad poetry to nihilistic rage.
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