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Debris: The Magenta Harvest: Liquid Flesh

There lies a body: cold, bloated and empty

Like all the other: victims together

The happiness in silence: good without pretence

And the last day: with a smile on the face



There lies a body: pretty soak in ebony

Like all the worms: in their corridors

Liquid flesh endowed: to impure the ground

And the fallen souls: make the flowers grow



[Chorus:]

We float, drift and pass away

For ever and a day



The debris of time falls into oblivion

As heavens open its gates of lies

Gone is the light of the sun

And nigh is the final harvest of life

Debris: The Magenta Harvest: Liquid Flesh /

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