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Deathbell - The Ladder lyrics

Artist: Deathbell

album: A Nocturnal Crossing


A body made of flesh
A ladder made of gold
From the height, altered
Feeling familiar faces
Touching familiar shapes
With the feeling of falling
Closed eyes and concealed hands
Ascend, descend the ladder
A trip in the dark
Pleasant seat on the throne
Unstoppable walking fool
A rule arises

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