Darklands

Wither

Darklands


Gaze upon the ancient cities
A broken throne of a dying king
Now see the skies, its charred remains
And try to hear a dead bird sing
Black dawn comes - Our blessing becomes our curse

To watch decay, as once written
The lord forever, dies insane
His lies caught up with their creator
The dead bid never sings again

Black dawn comes - Our blessing becomes our curse

Wither

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