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Throes

from EP III by Thieves

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Fate has carved its number into our heads
Old man death is singing his sweet song
Silence creeping in from the edge

The weak will die
The strong follow
Dead by our own hands

Forests ablaze, untold suffering
The sky choking with ash
The culling of the human race
Nothing left, nothing grows

We’re already done
The writing’s on the wall
The serpent eats its tail
No hand can mend, no law will save
It’s too little, it’s too late

We made this world our grave

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from EP III, released June 6, 2021

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