Ghosts of Grace

The alleys of hell where we wonder
 What's eternal, now it begins
 The fate of the earth where we were born
 No last echo, pull the plug
 And the storm left nothing
 And the storm left all
 And the storm took nothing
 And the storm took all
 The winds of disease burn your fields
 So unhallowed, so unclean
 The face of extinction raw and pestilent
 White with terror, tainted eyes
 And the storm left nothing
 And the storm left all
 And the storm took nothing
 And the storm took all
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 The ghosts of grace want your bones
 Your spirit left for dead
 The cause of the mourning lay in grace
 Like nations raped with praise
 And the storm left nothing
 And the storm left all
 And the storm took nothing
 And the storm took all
 And the storm left nothing
 And the storm left all
 And the storm took nothing
 And the storm took all