Sons of Perdition psalm of withering demo

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See that girl weeping silent in her cold empty home
Watch her pretty flesh wither and drop from the bone
Smell the tears of that boy as they pain his poor face
His heart stumbles and it falters with complete lack of grace
Hear the man cursing softly as he dies in his bed
In the clutches of the cancer that blooms in his head
And feel the soul of that lady get sucked through the gates
Though her body treads onward down the path that she hates
Now taste the blood on the teeth of the only one you love
Now taste the blood on the teeth of the only one you love
Well the preacher on Sunday like the farmer on Monday
And the shepherd out some other day, no they ain't exempt
So don't waste time with your tears, beacause it's worse than you fear
You gotta get right out of town before your own day gets here
Sow that grain in the ground that lies so fallow and cold
Where it'll never be found down there, and grow after old
'Cause you ain't gonna see no big harvest this year
Because the time to settle debts, it is drawing so near
Now taste the blood on the teeth of the only one you love
Yeah, taste the blood on the teeth of the only one you love

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