Does it please the chorus?
I have found my own ground
Does the feast gnaw us?
Wrestled down, not a sound

In our times we dare not stir
Conviction’s missing lure
We dare not speak with her breath
For that would be too close to death

Lyrics submitted by sokorny

The Mortal's Suite song meanings
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