Ruins Of Beverast - The Clockhand's Groaning Circles lyrics

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<div class="showResultLinks">Clutching a giant lance of brass<br />

Within a storm<br />

That rushes silently<br />

Through a hallway of mirrors<br />

Drafts and visions beform me<br />

Poisoned air burns into wounds:<br />

The missing entrails -<br />

Left behind<br />

When my waste<br />

Was creeping to life -<br />

Hurt and bleed<br />

Festering from wounds<br />

That time has torn<br />

That brass feasts upon<br />

... in a rhythm, in a melody... <br />

Destructive and discordant<br />

And finally mute -<br />

When the eyes awake<br />

Behind the senile web... <br />

These trembling hands<br />

Won't save my ears<br />

From deafness<br />

These crippled thoughts<br />

Won't save my soul<br />

From death.</