A Place To Rest – …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead
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Lay on the ground Taste of the shade Save your last sound Burn it away Lights on the hill Wolves on their way
As above So below
Fight for the throne Hunt for the horn Dreams had been sown War has been born The wolf hath devoured Where oaths hat been scorned
As above So below
Shadows waiting for the day Gyre and gimble in the wabe Bastard son sent to the wall Bastard bitch sits on the throne Life so cheap for one so young Flesh so soft for one so dumb