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Lyrics:

Sat upon a wall of stone 
And looked down through the hazy mist 
Clouds above the trees 
In which within resides a ravens nest
Within the ruins of days forgot 
Break the locks up off the chest 
To find which eyes cannot perceive 
And I myself can’t comprehend 
So deep within this fog
I traveled far as I have split the path 
Do not search for reason bearing torches 
Can’t forget the past 
A place that’s lost in days of yore 
And none of which you can bring back 
The gold that shining brightest
Taunting images of false pretense 
Gleaming on the crest 
The blinding light in which I called upon 
For which I don’t feel worthy
Fallen angels dirt befell the throne 
And shrouded in a cloud of dark 
The storms that never seem to pass 
The feeling that I cannot shake 
Foretold and scribed upon a staff 
Feeling something missing 
Falling back and try to hone my craft 
This esoteric wisdom which required to evade the wrath 
The mercy at the hand of god 
I feel my life is out my hands 
Within this place I lose my mind 
I lose my faith I lose my grasp

WATERS OF LOST YORE (WITHIN THE RUINS OF DAYS FORGOT)

⚔️MEMBER OF WICKED EVIL RECORDS⚔️ 

LO-FI PRODUCER & ARCHIV OF DELETED LO-FI TRACKS &
EDIT SONGS FOR AMV EDITS 

I don't give a fuck about fame
That's why nobody know my name

🇩🇪 Instagram: @extema_da_sickomane
Discord : EXTEMA DA SICKOMANE #7727

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