Smouldering Under by 3 Days of Silence

Set the world’s roots afire
And let the flames unfurl
Consume their own path
Far from the eye, right under
Let it all be spent
Let our sons inherit dust and ash
The taste of dust and ash

In the guts of earth, our own end simmers
Blind to it, we wander
Digging closer
To the core, tasting the fire
Breathing the fumes, we wonder
In front of graven idols, of gold and power
As a red dawn draws near
With a soothing light ahead
Close to the fire we stand

The fever burns, the sickness is spreading
‘Til all is gone, a ghost town
Powered by greed and death
Look into its soul, black as coal
Let it all be spent
Let it smolder under
Centralia consumed before it even burnt bright

Fire - In the guts of earth
Down under - our own end simmers
Coal, cold fever - In Centralia spreads
A ghost town - consumed ere it shone
A ghost town - In Centralia dead
In Centralia dead

• Atmospheric Black Metal
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• Centralia
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