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The Fevered Circle Lyrics - Artist : At The Gates
Each day a mournful pity
Life looks upon you with scorn Hopes flee, visions elude As your feeble breath is turn Six sinister thorns of beauty The claws of the nondivine Our right to breathe Our right to bleed Forever denied What some seek in the depths of the unknown Need not be sought so far The truth of what we are Each day a fevered circle Life looks upon you with scorn Six sinister claws of darkness Strip your flesh to the bone |
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