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Spleen

from Spleen by Orphans of Dusk

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What is the measure of a man bent down?
An eye for an eye

Drunk far beyond the point of blind
Broken bottles decorate the wall
The lesson learned
One more soul to burn

The spirits are circling me tonight
Anaesthetic pool

Reflecting back what I despise
As you arrive I'm no longer here
Into my head
Completely disappeared

It's gone on too long

Up from the grave, rising from the bed that I have made
Liver heals the pain but the spleen is where the penance is paid
Another final breath
With you by my side I can feel like I’ve really died

Blood and red wine, my spirit on fire
We take to the lawless night
Ten tons of man, a skull in my hand
It's witching hour, you know it's too late

She's a curse in a dress, a poison temptress
I won't get away tonight
My mind is long gone, I cannot go on
But misfortune, it favours the slave

Down the wrong paths
Chasing too fast
Memories won't fade
Endlessly played out

It's gone on too long
So long

Up from the grave, rising from the bed that I have made
Liver heals the pain but the spleen is where the penance is paid
Yeah another final breath
With you by my side I can feel like I’ve really died

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from Spleen, releases April 28, 2023

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Gothic doom metal hailing from the southern lands of New Zealand / Australia

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