Letra de The Frantic Pace Of Dying - Cryptopsy
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They are living candles
And we will watch them burn
Their frantic pace of dying
Is so hard to maintain
Into the arms of solace you go
(we sing the screams of men)
"make a joyful noise unto the lord"
Scream and scream again
Age or beauty ? which to burn?
There's always room for one less
Suffering is the master from whom we learn
Keep this secret and be blessed
In these, the last days before revelation
As existence is futile and failure is not an option
They bleed for love of the body
And they die for the body
Now, only silence remains...
A sylvan silence
The sick
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The dying
The dead
The rotting
The damned...
...the burning
Their lives, as such are but a trifle
Their sacrifices, much like compost
Will help to nourish the seeds of the future
This august body cannot cease to grow
"Arbeit macht frei"
Until you die
Welcome to permanent downtime
They are all living candles
And we will watch them burn out
All these small deaths
Of mind, of body
Rest is for the weak
And we will watch them burn
Their frantic pace of dying
Is so hard to maintain
Into the arms of solace you go
(we sing the screams of men)
"make a joyful noise unto the lord"
Scream and scream again
Age or beauty ? which to burn?
There's always room for one less
Suffering is the master from whom we learn
Keep this secret and be blessed
In these, the last days before revelation
As existence is futile and failure is not an option
They bleed for love of the body
And they die for the body
Now, only silence remains...
A sylvan silence
The sick
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/the-frantic-pace-of-dying-cryptopsy.php
The dying
The dead
The rotting
The damned...
...the burning
Their lives, as such are but a trifle
Their sacrifices, much like compost
Will help to nourish the seeds of the future
This august body cannot cease to grow
"Arbeit macht frei"
Until you die
Welcome to permanent downtime
They are all living candles
And we will watch them burn out
All these small deaths
Of mind, of body
Rest is for the weak