| Nasum : Sixteen |
Try to purify
The well of dirty lies
Overflown with deadly sins
An attempt to pacify
With orders to comply
A calm breeze before it all begins
Often wonder why
The don't realize
Why they think I'm in their way
Leave my throne behind
Take on my empty shadows
As I finally - finally - fall from grace
A society without grief
An order with no time for mourning
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Common misspellings on this band:
nausm , nawsum , nawum |
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