Catching Feathers (Demo)

If my child should die before me
The sweetness of youth, a smile that sings
Eyes alight insanely butchered
Perverse drooling, horrific beyond restraint

Lord of the dance
Lust is murder for this brave man
High (high) slaughtering (slaughtering) general
In a white (white) feathered (feathered) army

Mort knows your name, his, before your time
I'd love to see you suffer, too much to be called a crime

The sweetness of youth, a smile that sings
Eyes alight insanely butchered, perverse drooling
You cannot even pray, for you have no god



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Stainthorpe, Andrew David Craighan, Calvin Webster Robertshaw, Richard D. Miah, Adrian R. W. Jackson
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