Artist: Meursault
Song: All Creatures Will Make Merry
Album: All Creatures Will Make Merry
Year: 2010
Lyrics:
So long ago that I'm not even sure
If the eyes that meet me in my sleep
Are yours at all
Or a mirror of my own.
You were there in the crowd
When they tore you to the ground
And through your flesh and bone they did march
claiming all as their own, leaving nothing for yourself.
We burned those wolves last night
And their teeth remain to remind
That in museums made of these flames
We were born, we will grow and we will die.
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