Bells Dark Above Our Heads Lyrics
Old Man Gloom
Seminar II: The Holy Rites Of Primitivism Regressionism
Lyrics to Bells Dark Above Our Heads
Drones carry my body
to the top of the mountain of gods
carrion circle the corpse
of pale faces ears sewn shut
and poke like fingers towards the waiting sun
and I see the hole in your skull
where your soul leaked out dead
to the top of the mountain of gods
carrion circle the corpse
of pale faces ears sewn shut
and poke like fingers towards the waiting sun
and I see the hole in your skull
where your soul leaked out dead
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