Rain poured on the tombs of the heartless
In these lightless days, we all need our children to lick the wounds
Cold faceless lambs are brought forward for slaughter
Cold faceless lambs were the saviours before our soldiers
Nailing their throats to the memories of the fallen
Bound by their frostbitten family sin

Sailing, keep sailing starboard
Slaughter!
We're the sharks we're feeding
Hold fast!
Our children are sleeping
Machinery will lead us, forget the insect race
These kites will only guide us to the place you'll rest
Dear Jesus wilts away
Drain one more drop of life from existence

We are not the end
Our limits set our trends
Burn, spit, your last chance to make amends
Burn, watch us burn, Ravens tear worms from the ashes
Our voices curl, Vampire bats are our medics
Listen, we are the chosen few
Love, like we were always lovers
The bees are afraid to stare
The fucker moves in on cunt
This world seems not to care

We are not the end!
Another faithful filled body
We are not the end!
We're a second chance for oblivion
We are not the end!
Another faithful filled body
We are not the end!

When we came across the land, it was so delicate without a crown
Among the spiders and their golden webs, protected egos as our blood is shed
We are immortal without our souls
We are immortal without our souls
The rain they cursed it, silk began to blaze
Insects standing treason, ignoring our parade
We are immortal without our souls
We are immortal without our souls


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Last Arms Of The Apocalypse song meanings
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