Seat your ancient men on novel thrones.
Your statues of living bones.
You see a valley of the dead, silent abbey,
I see a crestfallen army.
Breathe life into this caged up lung.
Can you hear what is sung?
Can you hear what is sung?
Breathe life into this caged up lung.
I see a crestfallen army.
You see a valley of the dead, silent abbey.
Your statues of living bones,
Seat your ancient men on novel thrones.
May the first be last, and the last be first.
The ladder begins to thirst.
Awake what once was alive and well,
Drowning the pits of hell!
Deem this young soul to be prepared.
Old dinners won’t be spared!
Old dinners won’t be spared!
Deem this young soul to be prepared.
Drowning the pits of hell!
Awake what once was alive and well.
The ladder begins to thirst,
May the first be last, and the last be first
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