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In the battle of the obscure |
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Tragic death, so suddenly |
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Slowly unlatches the leather strap |
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Roaming mortals, so divine |
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Deadly intention, with the will to kill |
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Eyes locked, your heart pounds |
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The grey massacre, a familiar sight |
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Substance of fire, the visible truth |
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Modified version of an alternate reality |
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Deadly intention, with the will to kill |
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Eyes locked, your heart pounds |
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Grey massacre...[x3] |
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...Seared into his flesh |
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Grey massacre...[x3] |
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...Seared into his flesh |
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I see this world, I see it dead |
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Accumulate and multiply the victims of the dead |
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What always was, will ever be |
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Dark risen force, repeated history |
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[Spoken word:] |
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It's all the more tragic, that they were young |
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But they lived very, very long lives |
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They could not have expected, nor they would have wished to see |
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As much of the mad and macabre as they have seen that day |
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For them an ideal summer afternoon drive became a nightmare |
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Grey massacre...[x3] |
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...Seared into his flesh |
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Grey massacre...[x3] |
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...Seared into his flesh |
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I see this world, I see it dead |
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Accumulate and multiply the victims of the dead |
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What always was, will ever be |
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Dark risen force, repeated history |
