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Is this our road to keep moving on following your heart in the right direction? Dreams and desires, where are they left Dreams and desires, vanished
Humanity is covered by the veil of suffocation compassionated world is set on fire the leaders rule with no regret dead bodies have formed the absolute
Everyday struggle for freedom and for peace Will smash humanity for it's unreal habits With every battle there comes death A world torn between triumph
I won't give in, I won't back down No matter what you say my heart carries the truth Whatever you say fuels my engine And every action you take is the
Bright headlines used as a calming injection In the mirror of lies I see the reflection Of buried thoughts and stolen freedom The absorbed struggle of
Drifting from the living the skies grow black Truth's now bleeding pure blood of the lack Beast of possessions licking your blood From burned stumps
Empower your servants, there will be anarchy All evil will rise and Gomorrah will be here Burn the holy book, the book of tales and myths There is a
The saving shelter I want to achieve This last drop of blood running down my knees I see the path of endless passion No estimation for my determination
A poetic rhythm brought by the storm No grace, no glory - pure pleasure in Pain Two horned master is on the rise Deaths riding in by the storm they are
So many times we shared our thoughts So many moments we were so close So filled with joy and full of trust We walked along the lightened road Nothing
for their unrequited mothers Milk that sours is promptly spat, light will fill our eyes like cats Light will fill our eyes like cats, cataracts
Locked up in the distance In the falter above us As the contrails pass, you spoke your mind Old photos distort you And you're frowning a smile As the
Taking over what we call our own, feeding your rancor and your sightless scorn. Through the time you forgot, you forgot. Through the time you forgot,
We seek endless in humankind, never abandon tentacles of beauty we slitter into deceitful views, wasteland no longer is insolence Lifting the flag of
legions are waiting to enter the gates of this fortress in which conspiracy grows. Take the power, to lead your masters not considering the blood they
walk away with small fines, assassination still in mind Covered by the military reign, rules the world, rules with pain served your own beloved country
