GHOSTLIMB LYRICS

"Iberia"

In disease knee deep
But it’s one you can’t treat
You contract it on the day
You accept all you see
But nothing is so sweet
Than our crushing defeat
Knocked the crowns from their heads
With blood on our teeth
It’s been said, and I believe
There’s no good old days
Just today just tomorrow
All along a splintered line
Can I hear the echoes from the days of ’39?

Thanks to waltdogg for these lyrics

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