Dying Breed

Dying Breed

Nevergreen

Forget your body for your soul
Like cradle of your flesh
Web of years spinning round
Your altar will be crashed
With colors of the night
From virgin mother’s lap
We never die

Saving silence of years
In maiden’s whisper
Waking sad souls from dust
We never regret

Neither dead, neither alive
Your dry lap still survives
Barren harvest from your vein
My sorrow is your pain
Ashes wash away your face
Like ruins from embrance
Resurrection

Blood From Blood

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