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