Cult of the Mud

Now, we find faith
In the cult of the mud
Where the wind is thief
And the sun is judge
There is no water
We are fed by the sun

End is nigh you said
While earth was laughing
You were cold as a blade deep in my chest
Wave goodbye
Our luck is gone

If this is the last time you see me
I prefer not to talk
Whoever reigns here
Has a deal
With the other side

Tell me what to feel
I can hear it calling
I can feel it coming

End is nigh you said
While earth was laughing
You were cold as a blade deep in my chest
Wave goodbye
Our luck is gone

Stone by stone
We kill it
Stone by stone
Cold as a blade deep in my chest



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