Thy Art Is Murder - Coffin Dragger Lyrics
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Coffin Dragger
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What Are The Lyrics For Coffin Dragger By Thy Art Is Murder?
All is lost
The sky is void All that would exist in time is destroyed Alight the funeral pyre Dredge up the tombs set the souls afire Homage to the playground of the dead Churning in agony under the land we tread We await the departure Between the flesh and soul To worlds below The sky is void All that would exist in time is destroyed Evolve and perish The great reset Eradication is true progress Signals in the distance Dying with the faintest glow Instincts of nature Swallowed by the undertow Black tides Engulf the districts with salt and sand Shrouded in blackness Entomb the land Coffin dragger Inhale the earth Coffin dragger Inhale the earth Reap Songs of man Born in ancestral suffering The departure is imminent The coming of end times Is swift and unyielding Spiralling forever Return to the locusts Return to the ether All is lost All is always lost The sky is void All that would exist in time is destroyed Evolve and perish The great reset Eradication is true progress |
Who Wrote Coffin Dragger By Thy Art Is Murder?
Andrew Marsh, Christopher John Mcmahon, Lee Stanton, Sean Thomas Delander, William Scott Putney, Christopher Mcmahon, Kevin Butler, Sean Delander, Will Putney
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What's The Duration Of The Coffin Dragger By Thy Art Is Murder?The duration of Coffin Dragger is 2:55 minutes and seconds. |
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