3.Pantheon Unraveling
The glass breaks it bleeds condemning sands upon broken plains
days are numbered＊
Redeemed are the sinners Their tongues hold no penance all
damned.
Time in misery, time is misery, time will fall
You are my children, your fears empower me.
We are your shepherds, take our hands abandon your faith.
For all repent and revere their dying days.
Your hourglass has broken (lies holding time incarnate death)
Tomorrows turned up dead.
You are my children, your fears empower me.
Hours pass, the ever so gentle call of the dark will ravage your
veins.
Sinners the taste so sweet. sinners a saving light.
For all repent and revere their dying.
Your hourglass has broken (lies holding time. incarnating death)
Tomorrows turned up dead.
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