The time has come for you Why don't you see the omen Open your eyes and cast their lies aside Your craven kings are headed nowhere Your craven leaders
words of truthfulness Our death will hinder nothing This is the way to walk, this is the time to act I was, I am, I shall be They heard the tunes of
Welcome to a world of pain, This is the day of your conversion mortification Dragged away from home on blood red nights Slave to a brutal system, forevermore
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Here we are, waiting for the storm. Here we are, waiting for the storm to come. We know this world will drown in blood. Last days of May, this spring
An unforgiving chill crawls down my blood stained limbs And a thousand frozen bodies line our way into the night Shadows of dead trees appear like ghosts
So much terror I have seen Fought endless years for their revenge Now I know this struggle ended nowhere I am remembering with shame I feel my time has
I did not choose to tread this path, a forced journey into an unknown future. As our doom eclipsed this clueless state, I hate to leave my world behind
you bleed for this You will share this blame Nothing will be burried in oblivion You saw no anguish in our eyes Nothing will be burried in oblivion You shall
Nothing but pain, nothing but anguish Depriving me of mercy, refusing all compassion These bare walls around me My prison, my dungeon Deliver me to ransom
Nothing, just nothing nothing will wipe this heart out and no one, just no one will break this frontline We are, we are, we are the fighting ones We are
Unrelenting, their endeavour to rule lives Teaching you an artificial truth, that you will grieve no more, that you will die no more Narrow minded mercenaries
This beatiful world. It looks so nice filled whit sound and light. I t smells so fine so much bliss. So much perfection a modern world a new society life
Your god sent war into my world. But I will fight to clean my mind. No looking back for me, You crossed the line, All my feelings turn to hate. A power
world you'll never change But it's what's inside you've got to rearrange Going nowhere Going nowhere Going nowhere Going nowhere Heaven kicked you out Heaven
You who live safe In your warm houses, You who find, returning in the evening, Hot food and friendly faces: Consider if this is a man Who works in the
Here we march through the snow, here we lie in the mud. The wind aches like a thousand on my skin, my walk mechanic. My thoughts far away, unable to act
