| Awoke from the earth
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| A vengeance from the silent ones
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| Rise to the malevolence in his eyes for the right
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| Burning a path
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| Marching towards an epitaph
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| It lays fires in the wake of the destruction and the art
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| The art
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| The art, bow to the arrogance
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| Flesh gears start to turn
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| And the nightmare begins anew for you
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| So pray to the emptiness in the gods for your life
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| The art, beg for the punishment
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| In the grind
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| Ground into nothingness
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| Forced into hell, can you
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| Show them where the empty gods lie
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| Weak are falling prey
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| Smell the burning of the innocents
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| Captured like some rats, they are screaming for their lives
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| And out fro the gods
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| Comes the silent hand of nothingness
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| Doing nothing, saying nothing, where’s your faith now
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| Human ashes fall like rain
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| A curse for the empty gods, you are all a lie
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| Lost and alone in the emptiest kind of hell
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| Lost and alone you writhe
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| Lost and alone in the emptiest kind of hell
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| Lost and alone you will writhe
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| Lost and alone in the emptiest kind of hell
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| Lost and alone you writhe
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| Lost and alone in the emptiest kind of hell
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| Lost and alone you will writhe |