LYRIC
Feel decay – Pale as clay
And all washed away
Blackest days
Arcane our way – Gone astray
And all washed away – Blackest days
Shades of grey – Aeons of dismay – Blackest days
Indulgentiam, absolutionem et remissionem
Omnium peccatorum uestrorum
Tribuat uobis omnipotens…
But how could we forgive ourselves?
For all we have done
Redemption Lost: our lay
Through wondrous depths
We've walked our way
Redemption Lost: our lay
No rest for the wretched!
No rest for the wicked!
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