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Vision Divine Pain

, yes we want be free tonight! Blood and fire, Winged shapes of steel Spit on the ground Let the war begin! Hail to winners Now and ever Pain for losers, pain

, yes we want be free tonight! Blood and fire, Winged shapes of steel Spit on the ground Let the war begin! Hail to winners Now and ever Pain for losers, pain

the refulgent force His omnipotence. Black Messiah Twist our flesh to your evil vision Dissonance and disorder Destroy the weak Ina rite of pain Broken

light dope, fly like a bird Nothin but bakin soda the motorola do it well Up in your face man with somethin to sell I'm like a chronic vision pigeon tiga

impulse Divine rhythm impulse Divine Find your divine Find your divine Find, find your divine Define your divine Find, find your divine Define your divine Find, find your divine

and divine flight We flock to you to gain our might I watch the sun fall for the last time No more visions of it's pain to behold All light has gone

pain, the truth of all to be, Crawling back to life through ever-blinding darkness. Free falling, face falling, find the life to hold on, Souls fearless, pain

first light of spring an officer removes his chains His mood is pained as he re-enters the world his vision true again Takes a step and says in a divine

plead for more from the poor In the mane of Christianity I am he the senseless man who sells his souls So cry divine Down the curb lies a man with aching pain