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Ice Ages This Killing Emptiness

this killing emptiness And ever to bring death and grief to me to wander with our grief A scent of blood, remember now! A sence we had to kill

[written by Grom] I come for you my hollow skull with dust of bones and blood I came for you my silent curse to breath it and destroy. With

dark This pain will leave no gashes Closed eyes won't ever see this pain My lungs refuse to breath and prefer suffocation To never see this thing

this killing emptiness And ever to bring death and grief to me to wander with our grief A scent of blood, remember now! A sence we had to kill To

please we'll screen your lucid sight. Your anxious dreams reflects the bygone live you forsook So if you please we'll keep your silent sleep Gasp for breath, this

to your emptiness Breath this life like it will breath in you. Come out of your shell, believe in me- your eyes will see just endlessness. Take this