Seven Sisters of Sleep - Orphans

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sustaining fucking nothing
rotting everything we touch, making up our history
man approaches the self fulfilling prophecy
lying whore virgin birth, will foresee the end of the earth
let the children of deities
running flags and raising arms
we are the godless orphans, fall to our knees
gaze upon their slaughter, we are free from harm
now only our land remains
fertilized by the fallen weak men
son tomb burned land