Pyrite

Dark signs
Cold hands

What were you hearing?
When weather cracks whips
Your skin broken
While feeling her lips

What was once wanted
Now left in rancid wounds
To die in the ditch
Never exhumed

We're pyro them pyrite
This darkness the choir
Sung by this sickness
So you can reap, liar
Sung by this sickness
So you can reap, liar

You're not invincible
You're not invincible

How much
Have you
Lost?
And what
Did you
Find?
How many friends
Have you witnessed dying?
How many more will die in kind?

When dark signs sink in
Eyes blinded, peering
At the blackened sun
That shines while
Her cold hands seek for
Graveyard flowers
Fed by archaic lies

We're pyro them pyrite
This darkness the choir
Sung by this sickness
So you can reap, liar
Sung to this sickness
So you can reap, liar



Credits
Writer(s): Dmitry Biryukov
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