Evil warrior Fight till death Sons of war Kill with wrath Born in a village He's learn to fight Grew up with strength His pleasure is to kill Sons of
In the distance, a crumpled figure with a metallic sheen Is dormant and waiting, dormant and waiting In the distance, salvation appears at the end of
The Winds of Plague carry us forth With an uncertain destiny hanging in the clouds An expedition on treacherous seas The last hope of many, Our final
Come to my castle and find my stars Climb up the mountains into the sky Look to the ceiling and learn to fly High numbered doors won't let you through
I don't feel the need to hide from this any longer Your paralyzing grip on me has lost all effect No longer will I be a host for your addictions Now
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A carnal howl of sickness and remorse. A shuddering silence with deafening force. he cant hear you, another lie. Even in the day, the world is dark.
The blood of victims Gushes on my hands Show me the wrath Gods of the storm Infernal death The blood of victims Gushes on my hands Show me the wrath
: Evil warrior Fight till death Sons of war Kill with wrath Born in a village He's learn to fight Grew up with strength His pleasure is to kill Sons
In the end, a new era beckons Settling the foundation of an infernal dimension of wrath A revelation strikes with new awareness upon the masses
bogging you down We were homeless with no family like a dog in a pound Till God decided to go looking through the lost and the found And He spared us from His wrath
the army cocksuckas' abandon shit We spit sharp spot rushes that'll damage cliques Rip hearts squash fucker take a laugh at it Bloody bath activist feel the wrath
gods Evil spirits, fallen angels fighting to govern human realm Angels, demons, heroes of old, beings neither good nor evil Secret's revealed, god wrath
of existence Withering away in the wrath of shame Divided people merge into rage Witness the future made today Surrounded by walls, nowhere to turn Visions
from all dissociation Breathing in the chaos tenfold manipulation The severity lost identity self- mutilation Unstable unable to clear your head The visions
than a slow dance We hold hands and walk rough streets, we feel the heat from Crews peepin' the flavor of we who be speakin' On behalf of the God that's got wrath
Blood of Mankind flows Above the Sins of Man And Demons rise in bloodred Nights To hunt the puny rest And I, the Demon, Wait for the day of Wrath
crystalline Seas) The Moon looks round in sweet Delight in this pure Mood I invoke my Bride: "Thus charming as Thy Beauty art thus bloody shall my Wrath