Erased Graces of a Dying Wanderer Lyrics


Black bells echo the painful premisses

The pale whisper of the leper followers

They point out the impotent vexatious

Erased graces of adying wanderer

Rising drunk with shame

False promises of blessings

The fallacy with the pierced hands

Has no power here

Intellectual genocide

It's called the awakening of a disloyal

Incipient in decomposition