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Song The End of Men
Band RetConStruct
Album Denizens of the Depths

We weave the web of time and space even where stardust dissipates with an interest in every place trusting in us Sisters of Fate

Watch everyone in existence march o’er the land like pestilence once they’ve played their parts in events we’ll let the Grand Old End commence

Human miseries made from their mistakes and envy hatred and disease they’ve been ravaged by all of these tragic maladies and we Fates finally agree end their suffering euthanize their dying species end all men

Spin from the sins of the divine
Count the span of each lifeline
Cut when the clock’s out of time
Now ends all of damned mankind

Crows fly above their fields of war calling accounts of what’s in store mouths full of filth will dine no more this world will join the one before

Reapers arise this last harvest swinging of scythes shall know no rest ripe for demise by hand of Death collect the lives of all our pests

The sons of gods have lost their sight so struggle centuries to survive they’ve left us Sisters to decide their days are done forfeit the fight

When every fervent battlecry calls for assisted suicide we’d be remiss to not oblige let’s cut the ties all men must die

Human miseries made from their mistakes and envy hatred and disease they’ve been ravaged by all of these tragic maladies and we Fates finally agree end their suffering euthanize their dying species end all men

Spin from the sins of the divine
Count the span of each lifeline
Cut when the clock’s out of time
Now ends all of damned mankind
All their clocks are out of time
Now ends all of damned mankind

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