Our Triumph from The Will by Counting Hours

OUR TRIUMPH

It´s when you die I lift your body
And carry it away from all
In a distant house we´ll born gain
On its walls the emptiness opens

Surrounding darkness liberates
As we claim our place in all of this

We knew it´s the last dawn you'll see
And I was ready
Something woke inside of me
My arms prepared for you

The winter spoke without a sound
It told me to redefine us

It´s when you die I steal your body
And carry it away from all
In a furthest grave we´ll bloom again
On its walls infinity unfolds

Growing darkness celebrates
As we claim our place in all of this

• Counting Hours
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• Doom
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• colosseum
• counting hours
• dark-metal
• doom
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• slow
• the chant
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