| Song | Death Rattle |
| Artist | Agent Fresco |
| Album | Destrier |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:11.403] | You are mine and I am yours |
| [00:13.823] | Stars have darkened |
| [00:14.935] | We eclipse |
| [00:17.331] | Let your eyes rest forevermore |
| [00:19.652] | Leave the battle at your lips |
| [00:23.670] | No longer you carry me through the fiery flames |
| [00:28.558] | We roar, no more |
| [00:35.380] | Mountains once so undeterred |
| [00:37.678] | Now, but broken, blackened ribs |
| [00:40.246] | So real… |
| [00:43.450] | Can your rattle be heard? |
| [00:46.180] | Oil arises deathly kiss |
| [00:51.961] | Lungs of night breaths beds of mist |
| [00:58.087] | Love fades before my eyes |
| [01:05.024] | Sorrow celebrates your sounding ail |
| [01:10.636] | So now, exhale |
| [01:14.518] | You were mine and I was yours |
| [01:16.922] | Nothing ever stays the same |
| [01:20.304] | What was mine is nevermore |
| [01:22.714] | As the bell tolls out your name |
| [01:26.711] | No longer we cover loss with feathery shame |
| [01:31.787] | They soar, no more |
| [01:38.434] | Can I conquer all with words? |
| [01:40.720] | Am I crowned with wreath of wings? |
| [01:43.338] | So real… |
| [01:46.558] | Can your rattle be heard? |
| [01:49.198] | Wept in mane a thousand tears |
| [01:55.097] | I can’t reclaim those blinding years |
| [02:01.297] | Hate has bereaved me |
| [02:08.052] | Sorrow celebrates your sounding ail |
| [02:14.227] |
| [00:11.403] | You are mine and I am yours |
| [00:13.823] | Stars have darkened |
| [00:14.935] | We eclipse |
| [00:17.331] | Let your eyes rest forevermore |
| [00:19.652] | Leave the battle at your lips |
| [00:23.670] | No longer you carry me through the fiery flames |
| [00:28.558] | We roar, no more |
| [00:35.380] | Mountains once so undeterred |
| [00:37.678] | Now, but broken, blackened ribs |
| [00:40.246] | So real |
| [00:43.450] | Can your rattle be heard? |
| [00:46.180] | Oil arises deathly kiss |
| [00:51.961] | Lungs of night breaths beds of mist |
| [00:58.087] | Love fades before my eyes |
| [01:05.024] | Sorrow celebrates your sounding ail |
| [01:10.636] | So now, exhale |
| [01:14.518] | You were mine and I was yours |
| [01:16.922] | Nothing ever stays the same |
| [01:20.304] | What was mine is nevermore |
| [01:22.714] | As the bell tolls out your name |
| [01:26.711] | No longer we cover loss with feathery shame |
| [01:31.787] | They soar, no more |
| [01:38.434] | Can I conquer all with words? |
| [01:40.720] | Am I crowned with wreath of wings? |
| [01:43.338] | So real |
| [01:46.558] | Can your rattle be heard? |
| [01:49.198] | Wept in mane a thousand tears |
| [01:55.097] | I can' t reclaim those blinding years |
| [02:01.297] | Hate has bereaved me |
| [02:08.052] | Sorrow celebrates your sounding ail |
| [02:14.227] |
| [00:11.403] | You are mine and I am yours |
| [00:13.823] | Stars have darkened |
| [00:14.935] | We eclipse |
| [00:17.331] | Let your eyes rest forevermore |
| [00:19.652] | Leave the battle at your lips |
| [00:23.670] | No longer you carry me through the fiery flames |
| [00:28.558] | We roar, no more |
| [00:35.380] | Mountains once so undeterred |
| [00:37.678] | Now, but broken, blackened ribs |
| [00:40.246] | So real |
| [00:43.450] | Can your rattle be heard? |
| [00:46.180] | Oil arises deathly kiss |
| [00:51.961] | Lungs of night breaths beds of mist |
| [00:58.087] | Love fades before my eyes |
| [01:05.024] | Sorrow celebrates your sounding ail |
| [01:10.636] | So now, exhale |
| [01:14.518] | You were mine and I was yours |
| [01:16.922] | Nothing ever stays the same |
| [01:20.304] | What was mine is nevermore |
| [01:22.714] | As the bell tolls out your name |
| [01:26.711] | No longer we cover loss with feathery shame |
| [01:31.787] | They soar, no more |
| [01:38.434] | Can I conquer all with words? |
| [01:40.720] | Am I crowned with wreath of wings? |
| [01:43.338] | So real |
| [01:46.558] | Can your rattle be heard? |
| [01:49.198] | Wept in mane a thousand tears |
| [01:55.097] | I can' t reclaim those blinding years |
| [02:01.297] | Hate has bereaved me |
| [02:08.052] | Sorrow celebrates your sounding ail |
| [02:14.227] |