| We cut our teeth on sadness
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| We hunt our sorrows down
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| We fought the nights so sleepless
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| We made our beds on the cold hard ground
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| Seasons come and go, traditions rise and fall
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| We watch with hunter’s eyes
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| We found the place to call our own
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| What we have, we hunt. |
| What we kill, we keep
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| Shadows never die, darkness never breaks
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| You built your bastions of ivory and pride
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| We see your gates, but do not knock
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| We stay out in the wild
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| What we have, we hunt. |
| What we kill, we keep
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| Shadows never die, darkness never breaks
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| This is the sound of violence
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| These are the songs of war
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| We are everything you fear
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| And we’re clawing at the walls
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| This is the sound of violence
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| These are the songs of war
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| We are everything you fear
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| And we’re clawing at the walls
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| We’re clawing at the walls
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| I see a kingdom of closed minds and shallow hearts
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| So tell me this, would you fall in line
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| Or rip it all apart
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| What we have, we hunt
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| What we kill, we keep
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| Shadows never die
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| Darkness never breaks
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| This is the sound of violence
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| These are the songs of war
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| We are everything you fear
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| And we’re clawing at the walls
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| This is the sound of violence
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| These are the songs of war
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| We are everything you fear
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| And we’re clawing at the walls
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| This is the hour of the wolf
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| We’re clawing at the walls
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| This is the hour of the wolf
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| This is the sound of violence
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| These are the songs of war
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| We are everything you fear
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| And we’re clawing at the walls
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| This is the sound of violence
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| These are the songs of war
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| We are everything you fear |