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Harvesting the soul like a reaper

You come time and time again for payment

Weve taken advantage of benevolence

Left in this world for a slaughter

This harsh world feels like a dream

Inducing the past of nightmares

Suffocating my senses, leaving me numb and bare

The labyrinth of vanity gleams from our spite

As many a sin take their toll

Heathens struck by the heavenly sky

Risen as fast as they fall

I feel blessed to be given

This test of hind sight

May it lengthen my life

Yet too quick

It's dark and it's sick

And the memories erased bit by bit

Memoirs of the lost

What god can we trust?

Thousands turned to dust

For all these crimes unjust

Memoirs of the lost

What god can we trust?

Who will pay the cost?

For all these lines we've crossed

Our suffering will never end

The only savior is ourselves

There will be no ties left to mend

Its harvest matters, nothing else

The cycle repeats

My chains are broken

I stalk these realms again

For those that need me,

I wish to watch them burn

Memoirs of the lost

What god can we trust?

Sacred holocaust

No remembrance for us