Wasteland Darkest Hour For every dead god Who worships the living And every lost soul Starving submission for all The tyrants will fall Salvage the serpent Born to rise When process seems perfect Its wrong to all And your tyrants will fall When thy art is hate Ive given it all I can take Its undeniable When my heart is fake Ive given it all I can break Its unreliable An affinity for the hurt Create new death And a love for the pain Til your final breath And what lies Behind the lines Somewhere in some other time Behind the veil Obscured by my vision of hell Dead in the sand Proverbs for peasants To bow on command An all-seeing presence When thy art is hate Ive given it all I can take Its undeniable When my heart is fake Ive given it all I can break Its unreliable An affinity for the hurt Create new death And a love for the pain Til your final breath And what lies Behind the lines Somewhere in some other time Behind the veil Obscured by my vision of hell For every dead god Who worships the living And every lost soul Starving submission for all Behind the lines Somewhere in some other time Behind the veil Obscured by my vision of hell Obscured by my vision of hell Obscured by my vision of hell For every dead god Who worships the living And every lost soul Starving submission for all
Posted on: Wed, 23 Jul 2014 17:13:53 +0000
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