Nachtmystium Ghosts Of Grace
The alleys of hell where we wonder what's eternal, now it begins The fate of the earth, where we were born no last echo, pull the plug
and the storm left nothing and the storm left all and the storm took nothing and the storm took all
The winds of disease burn your fields So unhallowed, so unclean the face of extinction raw and pestilent White with terror, tainted eyes
and the storm left nothing and the storm left all and the storm took nothing and the storm took all
The ghosts of grace want your bones your spirit left for dead The cause of the mourning, lay in grace like nations raped with praise
and the storm left nothing and the storm left all and the storm took nothing and the storm took all
