Orphans - Seven Sisters of Sleep

sustaining fucking nothing

rotting everything we touch, making up our history

man approaches the self fulfilling prophecy

lying whore virgin birth, will foresee the end of the earth

let the children of deities

running flags and raising arms

we are the godless orphans, fall to our knees

gaze upon their slaughter, we are free from harm

now only our land remains

fertilized by the fallen weak men

son tomb burned land