Place your hands on this body,
that it be ready when morning brings
the end of days.
that it be ready when morning brings
the end of days.
Consolamentum the world cannot touch me now.
This flesh is not a temple,
rather a prison cell.
Now, we cast it off.
Consolamentum I hear the hammers bang
...morning comes
Consolamentum the fires light the way.
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