The Absence : Choirs of Sickness
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1. CHOIRS OF SICKNESS
This hateful stench exhales on dying breath
One that dwells in disgust, the dark demeanor
Self loathing a pensive disorder
Death command, this bestial shape led to slaughter
Hear the gallows manifest choirs of sickness
Scars that sing around their necks singing sanguine rosaries
These blades of impending death
They butcher my soul
The stench of blood sings upon my breath
Symphony of the slaughterhouse
Symphony of the slaughterhouse
Our breathing barely lives where no one can behold
When the words that you speak only blossom in the mold
These blades of impending death
They butcher my soul
The stench of blood sings upon my breath
Symphony of the slaughterhouse
Symphony of the slaughterhouse
Symphony of the slaughterhouse
This hateful stench exhaling on dying breath
One that dwells in disgust the dark
These blades of impending death
They butcher my soul
The stench of blood sings upon my breath
Symphony of the slaughterhouse
Symphony of the slaughterhouse
Symphony of the slaughterhouse
These blades of impending death
They butcher my soul
The stench of blood sings upon my breath
Symphony of the slaughterhouse
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