1. |
I
01:45
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2. |
Bells ov Salvation
05:18
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The dark lord reigns
From his red plains
Onto the worlds of the living
No hands, no gods
Servants of the Lord
Rise
From the grave
To accomplish your duty
Fire and air
We will march on the high towers
The bells will stop ringing
The priest will kneel and cower
The Lord will not forgive
The sound of hate echoes
No more colors to shine
I can feel my destiny
Destroy all life
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3. |
Sword > Skin
05:11
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I have seen sin
I have punished and striken
I make justice
My hand guided by the Lord
Trespass and you’ll learn a stinging truth
Your skin cannot stop my sword
A thousand times I’ve done that
And I’ve never heard their god crying
My hands full of blood
I drown in the flood
Red streams spread
To the water that was once pure
My thoughts go to our savior
My heart beats like a fist on a door
Please accept me into your kingdom
Let me find my inner peace at last
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4. |
Last Gaze
06:12
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I stand in front of you
Humble
I fear you and I adore you
Lost in my torments
I vow you my body
I give you my soul
I stare at your eyes
One last time
Let me come closer
This kind of beauty
Pale and cold
The lord has chosen
You’ll ever be a stranger to me
Your essence transcends me anyway
I hold on to that
Until I leave these grounds
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5. |
R4G3 & H4T3
06:32
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They see me
As a monster
But to me
They are the monsters
Puppets of a God they cannot define
Finding happiness in futility
The perfect human being
Docile and stupid
Doomed without any doubt
There won’t be a last light
Only a dark curtain over their cities
The Lord will not forgive
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6. |
O
01:39
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Cold winds from the lost mountains
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