Zao Psalm of the City of the Dead Lyrics

As we wait here for a sign,
We are greeted by the end of time.

As we wait here for a sign,
We are greeted by the end of time,
As we wait here for a sign,
We are greeted by the end of time.

These streets aren't paved with gold,
You are my everything,
My soul is growing cold,
These streets aren't paved with gold,
You are my everything,
My soul is growing cold.

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