| I was born with thunder up in my hands to silence all of the lambs
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| I’ve conquered so many lands, put up with whatever man
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| A sucker for God’s plan, the journey eternal
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| Hell fire spreading wide, now you’re in the inferno
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| Pray to God to intervene, you feel it, your inner being
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| The sinner sings a song, plays all day
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| Will it bring peace, to the hearts of men?
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| Spending life on the frontlines of life, to no end
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| Waste of time, wasting away
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| Wasting the day, tasting the bitterness of hate
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| Face of decay, lead 'em off into the dark
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| They follow me from the start
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| With the light chasin' the demons, runnin' from the spark
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| I’m the sword, guns clutch, swingin' at the unjust
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| Just one touch from the blade that cuts us
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| Leading the rat race where losers are born
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| When it’s above you, whatever form, it goes on
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| The cycle, perpetual, death is eventual
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| If you ain’t givin' no hundred percent, unacceptable
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| March on the Devil
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| March on the Devil
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| March on the Devil
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| March on the Devil
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| March on the Devil
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| March on the Devil
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| March on the Devil
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| March on the Devil
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| I was formed with fire upon the blade
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| The violence and the crusade
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| The engine is cultivated where the revel is made
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| Invading with the horde on a white horse, just a warlord
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| The country is war-torn and that’s love, it’s a universal way
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| The archangel gon' hang in the clouds and they watch us pray
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| For the glory of history, intimate story
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| Night of the Templar and the tempest warning
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| God’s too delayed, we’ll give the prayers to the fallen
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| Hymns are callin' if you willin', give yourself and we go all in
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| Ritual beginning, individual strike
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| A violent, quick, in descendence of height
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| Feel her soul elevate while enemies lie in wait
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| I’m sendin' 'em to the gate, kill them, we the hate
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| Be eaten at the rat race where losers are born, winners are loved
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| When it’s performed, it goes on
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| The cycle, perpetual, death is eventual
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| You ain’t givin' a hundred percent, unacceptable
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| March on the Devil
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| March on the Devil
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| March on the Devil
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| March on the Devil
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| March on the Devil
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| March on the Devil
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| March on the Devil
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| March on the Devil |