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Aging empress, Ivory throne
Time is coming, Wake your bones
While you sleep
Rusty temple, Tower blues
They will sing their Songs for you.
New heart. Old Soul.
Cold hard winter when I'm drowning in the water
Gonna rid myself of this ancient martyr
I've been holding up in the deepest caverns
I don't need no light
To raise the gun up to the mother.
Say your mercyWill be granted
To me in myhour of need
I will wait inA field of daisies
For a sage to awaken the beast.
Old man. New World.
Say your mercy Will be granted
To me in myHour of need.
Cross the deserts
Cross the mountains
Dusty summer, soil and seed
Old man. New world.
Hell is on its way.