Children of The Nameless

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Credits

Chris Beard

Tired


Lyrice

Children of the Nameless

Hatee

Returning there, darkness never ends
Woods there whisper my name

Dear children of mine, now nameless in time, returning to the ground

Under the sky, the wrath that is mine, crows screech now my name

The trees lead me further, astray, sorrow and murder,

Inner Demons of the night,
ripping, gnawing me from insideeee

While the crows sing my nam

Innocent child, now nameless in time
Destined by Death, aching fate

Rusted metal paints a story, artistic canvas,
Twisted glory,

Dear child o' mine, my mind goes blind while the wind now calls my name

With hands, I dig my son's grave, hold him tight, and start to weep, his cold pale skin and glassed eyes, tells no story, no pain no lies

This empty feeling
Wind whispers on my ear
Page closes down
A time is nigh, tales echo in night
My son is dead, protected by Death