I saw Nephilim blood trailed out on the road
and with your battled bones you lead me to your home
but a burned out desert cave was all I found
we tried to live like Triassic kings but the pride in our blood soaked through our dreams
im too young to die i am just my fathers child
born a different race i am really just like you
I saw an Island dog hiding in the trees
and in his eyes i saw a portrait of the fall
you wash your hands with Nephilim blood
you wash your hands with their blood
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