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Hear you screaming out for help see you reaching out for a hand No solution in this time of hate no emotion in your dirty faith No escape ! From the cradle
In Times that past they set the stone to reach the crown conquer the throne, pain submersed in innocent blood. The wars of cultures in the mud Striving
Kill projected fantasies and escape the unconsciousness definition of the sacred ! conceal your fear of end with sharped obsessions placate the renunciation
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
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
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
Take down your tyrannic mask and speak out your leadership The total reign you're seeking for, for full control you're reaching out Running over civil
Tongues spitting hate - Words of lies, pull the strings around human neck Blades drowned in poison - in the black skies, resurrecting hope through wars
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
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
Day by day we see them fall, all alone we hear their call Cold tears drop from their eyes on this graveyard full of lies Torn to pieces, ragged and frayed
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
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
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
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