| At the end of all ends
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| When silence reigns supreme
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| They come from loveless lands
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| Recklessly, like in a dream
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| Hope has died too long ago
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| Not even the wind dares to cry
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| Black’s not a color anymore
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| And nothing’s left to defy
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| Fed on anguish
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| You know the drill
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| We came to finish
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| What nature couldn’t fulfill
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| Fed on anguish
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| You know the drill
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| We came to finish
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| What nature couldn’t fulfill
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| Like a bat out of hell they come
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| You can hear their crunch and grind
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| Red-horned force with no beliefs
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| Only one thing on their minds
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| Fed on anguish
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| You know the drill
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| We came to finish
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| What nature couldn’t fulfill
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| Fed on anguish
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| You know the drill
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| We came to finish
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| What nature couldn’t fulfill
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| Moving fast, sky-high
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| Wearing only their own skin
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| Emotionless they go by
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| So let the hunt begin
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| Fed on anguish
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| You know the drill
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| We came to finish
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| What nature couldn’t fulfill
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| Fed on anguish
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| You know the drill
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| We came to finish
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| What nature couldn’t fulfill
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| When there’s nothing left to breathe for
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| But that voice inside your head
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| They’ll come, they’ll come
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| They’ll come and kill you dead
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| Fed on anguish
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| You know the drill
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| We came to finish
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| What nature couldn’t fulfill |