Il Est Temps De Mourir

Here in this empty park
The ghosts of chattel writhe in pain
Each bullet leaves a bloom, each lash rains down
And leaves its mark
Here in this empty park
Where silence passes from age to age
Branded in fire, the curse of Cain
Seven generations stark
Here in this empty park
Brutal concrete kings stand guard
Hives of lost lives, terribly strange
In a terrible dark
The flood is coming soon
We have earned our ending
We have chosen what to be
This is how we lived
Il est temps de mourir
This is how we lived
Il est temps de mourir
This is how we lived
Il est temps de mourir
This is how we lived
Il est temps de mourir
This is how we lived
Il est temps de mourir



Credits
Writer(s): Jason William Lord, Matthew Brandon Griffo
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