Out of the grave into the night
Pestilence
Some of them failed, some have survived
The weaklings
Out of the flesh, into the mind
The lesions
Some of them fall, open the sky's
The pale skin of pestilence
On beds of cotton
Surrounded by flies
With vales of white
In the silence
The walls are closing
Above is nothing
Berate the failures
Suffer their hearts
Suffer their hearts
Make them suffer
ColdClaw - Pale Skin of Pestilence Lyrics
ColdClaw - Pale Skin of Pestilence Lyrics
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Out of the grave into the night
Pestilence
Some of them failed, some have survived
The weaklings
Out of the flesh, into the mind
The lesions
Some of them fall, open the sky's
The pale skin of pestilence
On beds of cotton
Surrounded by flies
With vales of white
In the silence
The walls are closing
Above is nothing
Berate the failures
Suffer their hearts
Suffer their hearts
Make them suffer
Pestilence
Some of them failed, some have survived
The weaklings
Out of the flesh, into the mind
The lesions
Some of them fall, open the sky's
The pale skin of pestilence
On beds of cotton
Surrounded by flies
With vales of white
In the silence
The walls are closing
Above is nothing
Berate the failures
Suffer their hearts
Suffer their hearts
Make them suffer
Writer: ColdClaw
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid