There's no way to stop the ancient ghost that is rising from his grave
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Spilling a drop of hatred from his bowl
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He senses the fear and misery searching for fresh blood
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Feeling hunger growing in his dark soul
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Here he stands ready to sow
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Harvest about seeds of his sorrow
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As he takes his toll
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Far on the horizon
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The echoes of years closing in
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There's no escape anymore from
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The hatred exploding within
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We are feeding the beast he's becoming much more powerful every year
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We give him more leash increasing our fear
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Soon will start the feast that ends in our extermination
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The signs are here the vision should be ctystal clear
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Here he stands ready to sow
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Harvest about seeds of his sorrow
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As he takes his toll
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Far on the horizon
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The echoes of years closing in
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There's no escape anymore from
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the hatred exploding within
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Far on the horizon
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The echoes of years closing in
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There's no escape anymore from
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As the echoes start to ring
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Seeds Of Sorrow
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| Kotipelto |
