| Face to face, eye to eye
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| No one has lived or survived
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| We are the hunters of a new world
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| Their heads will prize me and keep the circle alive
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| Our names cleaned up and our pots full of gold
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| Screaming ghost will be found betrayed
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| Fighting hard to clean up their names
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| Screaming ghost will start a damned cursed revenge
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| To knock all down
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| Screaming ghost will be found betrayed
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| Fighting hard to clean up their names
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| Screaming ghost will start
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| A damned cursed revenge
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| There they’ve failed side by side
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| Letting their prize walk alive
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| They’ve burned a thousand years of pride
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| Never the circle had a member identified
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| Never the circle had a prey talking live
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| We’ll never have the chance
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| To get back to our life
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| We’ll make the truth come up
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| Or terminate them all, oh yeah!
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| We are the hunted ones, and all the best
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| Will be trying to take our lives
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| They’ve told the Master’s flag we’ve
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| Failed burning the flag’s name
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| Truth is the first one to die in a war and
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| Who tells the version to the books is the wining side
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| When the silent man’s talking
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| All the proof is demanded
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| But when rage’s talking
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| Everybody listens up |