As A Furnace
by Altar of Plagues
From the album: White Tomb
Duration: 15:00
Lyrics for As A Furnace
A once sacred womb, now more akin to a furnace. And we watch her bleed, watch the wounds run dry. Bury my hands in the soil Fingers withered and grey Extended like spines Pulling patterns in the dirt Tear the bark from the trees and build a chariot And watch the earth return to grain, As it once was.