"Time of Dying" as written by and Bukka Allen Ian Moore....
Bloody hand know your way
Lay him down, his death will pass
Lay him down under your blade
Shined and sharp his crimson stain

Diamond shards pulse to steel
This final breath and glassy pleas
Rest your mind and wash your hands
Lay him down in this time of dying

A dirty heats, falling dusk
And guilty breeze, they know their way
In through the door you hear them whine
Close your eyes, it soon will pass

Diamond shards pulse to steel
This final breath, yeah and glassy pleas, yeah
Rest your mind and wash your hands
Lay him down in this time of dying


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"Time of Dying" as written by Ian Moore Bukka Allen

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