Fit for an Autopsy - The Wretch

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Heaven is burning Shrill shrieks of beaten dogs No shelter in this house On severed ears no prayers shall fall A rusted lore of razors pour from a rotting mouth Templed muzzle, burning thief Paint epitaphs of god and grief May you never rest in peace Never rest in peace Never The wound won't close Don't stop the bleeding Now the only world I know Is a world worth killing The haunt in our eyes, returning A halo denied, heaven is burning The wretch of vicious days Faint embers wain in coldest nights A lesion leaking memories These monuments of god and grief May you never rest in peace Never rest in peace Bones of angels buried in worms Chained to the flesh of a sickening earth We are the fallen saints The wretch, the curse, imprisoned in dirt The haunt in our eyes, returning A halo denied, heaven is burning The wound won't close Don't stop the bleeding Now the only world I know, is a world worth killing The haunt in our eyes, returning A halo denied, heaven is burning
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