Dove On Distant Oaks

Rotting Serpent

Compositor: Bloodbath

In the born of a hundred open grave
In all the simple of mades
I dove in the mist of the distant dove
Undone the encouraging way

Day transpired like never
But the dove on always stay
But why must be all undying ever
Why must be given to hate

Don't did out the precious ways
Repent to God
God blesses when you are repent
Now in the sky

Day transpired like never
But the dove on always stay
But why must be all undying ever
Why must be given to hate

Day transpired like never
But the dove on always stay
But why must be all undying ever
Why must be given to hate

Don't given to hate
On distant oaks
The dove on distant oaks