This is the end of everything / A degenerate culture’s elegy / Now the reaper is waiting at the door
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Drunk on our blood and craving more
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This is the sound of a thousand holy feet treading on a soon forgotten grave
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This is a life-long declaration of war, no sacrifice in vain / Let them remember the name
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Feels like we’ve run out of air / They tear the breath out from our lungs / And we don’t care
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Feels like we’ve run out of air / Damnation passed down to our sons / And we don’t care
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Witness the end of apathy / We have embraced our suffering / Will the pain illuminate our fall?
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Or will we see the blame at all?
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No compromise to end / We’ll wash the blood off from our hands and fight again / Remember the name
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We Dont Care
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| Demon Hunter |
