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Kalmath under the leafs Cradle epitaph eves

Shaking hands got it all Makes the strangest man fall

We have begun to creep Hiding stone with a weep

When you sleep something seeks Your weak flesh for the seed

Wagons move to us tonight

Start the engines of deadly jaws

Calm around the chaos smell

They will come selling trip to hell

Movement somewhere in dark Fainting glimmer o spark

Something grow behind you Along denial of truth

One fist shakes all the strings With a legs of a tin

Eye to eye’s still the law Might be last they will saw

As they birth for one

Feed the hunger with a son

While they rip your tongue

Joining mass of puppet song

So has been for ages

No-one wants to turn the page

That’s what machine is pleased

Best way to serve our bloody beast