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Erodent

 

Erodent

(альбом: Winter Thrice - 2016)


The trails of existence thrust into the future.
A future that crumbles, riddance by revulsion.
Woven roots uphold the ground, earthly bound.
The ground we walk, the ground we fought.

Woven roots uphold the ground, earthly bound.

Rivers drift into eternity, draining the potency.
The endless maze, the blinding haze.
Shimmering stars uphold the course.

Waves that rave the coastal line.
Rain that reaps the breeding soil.
Wind that pierces the heart of man.
The fire that burns all creatures around.

Waves that rave the coastal line.
Rain that reaps the breeding soil.
Wind that pierces the heart of man.
The fire that burns all creatures around.

The trails of existence, entwined through history.
Eras that passed in degenerative haste.
Grind the roots, withering ground.
The ground we walked, the ground we fought.

Waves that rave the coastal line.
Rain that reaps the breeding soil.
Wind that pierces the heart of man.
The fire that burns all creatures around.

The ground we walked, the ground we fought.

A past that holds the dawn of man.
A march that crumbles stones to sand.
The vast exploration, the last ravage.

The vast exploration, the last ravage.
The prodigies of ruination.

Erodent, a past that holds the dawn of man.
Erodent, a march that crumbles stones to sand.

The trails of existence, entwined through history.

Waves that rave the coastal line.
Rain that reaps the breeding soil.
Wind that pierces the heart of man.
The fire that burns all creatures around.

Waves that rave the coastal line.
Rain that reaps the breeding soil.
Wind that pierces the heart of man.
The fire that burns all creatures around.

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