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Black Mass III Lyrics
Nothing comes and nothing goes
We play the great stage of fools
And as time flies for the gods
They kill us all for their sport
And we just try to get through the day
Pull the rope on the angels' grip
Celestial fear, on sinful toes
The vices grip, they burn away
We are asylum, never-dying
Indignity, these bloody vows
The flood rises, our misgivings
They just discard us for the earth
We play the great stage of fools
And as time flies for the gods
They kill us all for their sport
And we just try to get through the day
Pull the rope on the angels' grip
Celestial fear, on sinful toes
The vices grip, they burn away
We are asylum, never-dying
Indignity, these bloody vows
The flood rises, our misgivings
They just discard us for the earth
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