| This is an heretic war chant against the skies
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| Can you hear the ragious screams coming from our hearts?
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| Come back alive from the darkness
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| Surfacing with a vengeance
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| Dripping riddled men, hard step, no fate
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| Rage is a passion in those eyes fiery red
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| Don’t think you know who we are
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| No more — The small ones
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| No more — The weak ones, The frightened ones
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| I can’t believe what he did to you
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| Face down, dead on the ground
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| I can’t believe what he did to you
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| Face down, dead on the ground
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| Stripped, raped and strangled
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| Six-guns can’t fix what’s broken
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| It brings the worst out of us and it’s here to stay
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| You’ll run out of ways to run
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| You’ll run out of ways to run
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| You’ll run out of ways to run
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| Like a never ending rodeo
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| Taking shape at the sunset
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| Elected by the devil himself
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| We hunt as wolves who can’t be stopped
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| Your hands set to trembling as we thrive on your fear
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| as we crack your bones and feed on your meat
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| The nameless six
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| The nameless six
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| I can’t believe what he did to you
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| Face down, dead on the ground |
| I can’t believe what he did to you
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| Stripped, raped and strangled
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| Six-guns can’t fix what’s broken
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| It brings the worst out of us and it’s here to stay |