Wither

Wither lyrics

GenreMetal
Duration68:16
Original languageEnglish
Views191
Lyrics coordinates

Original lyrics

EN
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Gaze upon the ancient cities A broken throne of a dying king Now see the skies, its charred remains And try to hear a dead bird sing Black dawn comes - Our blessing becomes our curse To watch decay, as once written The lord forever, dies insane His lies caught up with their creator The dead bid never sings again Black dawn comes - Our blessing becomes our curse Wither