Dark Bell

Gospel Of The Future

Dark bell casts
Casts its pressing shadow
Slowly grinding blank
Scorched souls wasted away
You're victimized by society's pride
Penary leads us
Puppets on strings
Figures on a chessboard
Where you aren't the king
Six feet
Under the ground
Darkest feelings
Heavy tuned ringing echoes in your head
Black blood is boiling, it whispers your name

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