A Split-Second - Rigor Mortis lyrics

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A Split-Second - Rigor Mortis lyrics

Cold and alone, in the vineyard he lies Stained and all broken, the nightingale dies Looking from your window, I can see the snow Freezing cold, grinding to a halt On stonecold gravel, freeze alone Turning away from the wasted hours Turning away from the wasted years