LYRIC

Bodies wrought by frigid space
Kneel down and float in silence through a plane
Cold and crucified in a boundless tomb
A gift in cloth a breath is lost

Reap the spoils
As human blood boils
Gone to pass through true

Bleed for those who watch from beyond the fold
Midst a crowd of dull eyes hanging in a void

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