| All aboard, this ship bound for wreckage
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| Sail ho, fuckers!
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| Who could foresee that this state of mind was forever?
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| That we would never wake up from our nightmares?
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| That the black poison dripped onto our skin would burn us
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| That the clean streams of time wouldn’t be able to wash it away…
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| Once these robes were worn as masquerade costumes
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| The smooth velvet reviled hooks and razor claws
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| That would not come of, cutting into the skin
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| The harder we pulled the deeper its barbs dug in…
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| Until death do us part my fair ones
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| We’re the kings and queens of the depraved undone
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| In the filthy streets, our splendid court, this neon Babylon
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| We are the stars that refuse to shine
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| No ships will navigate by our signs
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| We are the tones that distort the chord
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| In a world of perfection we are the flawed
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| We are the birds with broken wings
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| The useless ones, we don’t believe in anything
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| We believe in no gods left high above
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| And there will be no angels where we go
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| We are the Ashen Nectar,
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| we are the tainted well
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| We are the Ashen Nectar,
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| side by side we watch the world go by
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| We are the Ashen Nectar,
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| the last poets of a dying breed
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| We are Ashen Nectar,
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| our skins our canvases, our paint the blood we bleed
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| All words were first spoken then stolen
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| Onto paper splattered
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| By the weakened hand in the dark room
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| Visions and a life lay scattered
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| We are suns bent for darkness
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| The stars that refuse to shine
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| Artists of a different kind
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| The ones that leave nothing behind
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| There is no clean white bed, for this dying bride
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| Farewell…
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| We left our last pieces to be lost
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| In forgotten dusty attics
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| Where our blood has dried
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| We were the ashen nectar fanatics
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| There will nothing left when we leave
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| Our shadowy art will remain unseen
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| As we step through the haze
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| Silhouettes exiting this dream
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| We are the stars that refuse to shine
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| No ships will navigate by our signs
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| We are the tones that distort the chord
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| In a world of perfection we are the flawed
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| We are the birds with broken wings
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| The useless ones, we don’t believe in anything
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| We believe in no gods left high above
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| And there will be no angels where we go
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| We are the Ashen Nectar
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| We are the tainted well
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| We are the Ashen Nectar
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| Side by side, we watch the world go by
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| We are the Ashen Nectar
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| The last poets of a dying breed
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| We are Ashen Nectar
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| Our skins our canvases, our paint the blood we bleed |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ashen Nectar, artist - Netherbird. Album song The Ghost Collector, in the genre Эпический метал