Thine Is The Kingdom by Rotting Christ
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star
Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
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