These lyrics hold more meaning after learning about her past with Daughters front man. 😞

SINNER GET READY

MANY HANDS

REPENT NOW CONFESS NOW

PENNSYLVANIA FURNACE

ALL OF MY FRIENDS ARE GOING TO HELL

SAVED!

I KNOW HIS BLOOD CAN MAKE ME WHOLE

THE POOR WAYFARING STRANGER

 Under the pallid glow of a forsaken moon, I wander dim streets where lost memories bloom; In the quiet decay of a midnight commune, Your branches rise, dispelling the gloom. A silent hymn of fruit and whispered lore, Where sorrow meets solace in each scarred root— I trace the ghosts that haunt forevermore, In the sacred shadow where hope takes fruit.

MANY HANDS

Lingua Ignota

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