The Hallowed Man

Violins pouring sin reflect an empire
as death sinks in
Emptiness can feast our souls
we’ve only guessed to fill these holes
seeking answers finding questions
Minding sorrow as awe possesses
The fruits of life just stories told
We’ve only guessed to fill these holes
Violins pouring sin
reflect this life that I can’t win

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