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Fate of Drowning Lyrics

Emptied hands of black hills, washed with gold
Wasted sun
That god is so sad and young
Sea is old, the sea is old
Is this over? Looking over, reaching over, rushing over
At least these scars are wounds that healed
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False Weavers (2013)
People Were Yelling But of Course You Couldn't Help Them The Lash False Weavers Grudge Against the Epitaph Disfigured Isolation The Greymare parts 1 & 2 Bare Ground Belmont Bury the Record A Rat in Thy Dream Beast of Carthage The Greymare part 3 The Lord of Husks and Rinds Fate of Drowning String Follow Sloblands of Fairview