This Apparatus Must Be Unearthed (Unfinished Original Recordings Of De-Loused In The Comatorium)

I've been waiting for so long

For someone to mend all the blame

It was raining down fingers

The inbreeds remain

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You came here on time

I just hope that it's not too late

I've seen you at night

Biting the frost of silence

Can you cure us of this fate

Mock the litany in its face

Is that you, Moatilliatta?

I've been waiting for so long

For someone to mend all the blame

They blew talks about reckons

But the senses rot

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Hex zero rouge

He'll hibernate no more

The altars run dry

Prefect dictate your final words

Does it sting of augur truth

Was your temple left in ruins?

Is that you, Moatilliatta?

I've been waiting for so long

For someone to mend all the blame

I was tossing a sanctum

And left for drad

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This is the altar

The one that you let me die in

On your knees, how you wept

Much like Omertà

The quiet has shielded all intent

On the ground it appears like a wrath

Avenging the lamb as bait

In a bed of nails we made

Who is this effigy?

Is there straw dressed in these fields?

And now it won't be long

I've been waiting for so long

For someone to mend all the blame

They blew talks about reckons

But the senses rot

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