LostProphecy
Bluelighter
"Oh, Prophet of Beauty,
let Feast take it's hold.
Let body and tenor,
prove withered and sold.
To a faith that's unyielding
and impotent goals,
I sacrifice this body,
these futures,
our souls."
let Feast take it's hold.
Let body and tenor,
prove withered and sold.
To a faith that's unyielding
and impotent goals,
I sacrifice this body,
these futures,
our souls."
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