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Scythe''s Cold Edge Thrustspreading Blood On Their Facebells Toll The Coming Of Their Final Daysred Flowers Growingto Mark All Our Tearsthe Pain And The Anguishwe''re Planting The Seedsreaching Forward, Through The Darkdead, Marching Forward, Much Colder Than The Cudreaching Forward, Through The Darkspreading The Soilbleed, No Return When You''re Markedcontorted Spiritdistorted Creedyou Know That Your Time Has Comewhen The Soil Bleedscontorted Spiritdistorted Creedyou Know That Your Time Has Comewhen The Soil Bleedsrot And Corrosionthe Froth In Your Lungsthere Is No Releasegasp Despair Through The Mudred Flowers Growingto Mark All Our Tearsthe Pain And The Anguishwe''re Planting The Seedsreaching Forward, Through The Darkdead, Marching Forward, Much Colder Than The Cudreaching Forward, Through The Darkspreading The Soilbleed, No Return When You''re Markedcontorted Spiritdistorted Creedyou Know That Your Time Has Comewhen The Soil Bleedscontorted Spiritdistorted Creedyou Know That Your Time Has Comewhen The Soil Bleedslyricwiki