Clenched fist, hot blooded Make no mistake these eyes have seen what drives the blind I need a cutman to bleed these angry eyes Hallowed are those, they
Capture your souls with a vengeful fist I will hunt down and conquer Send your best to the grave For your crime I've suffered I lurk in the shadows Entombed
Time's venom boils Every breath ticking towards torment This carrier exposes our instability I will battle on I must choose a throne to succeed This
I thought I knew you but I was wrong These waves of torment Drowning me, for far too long Inhibitions speak, it seems like now and forever You don't,
How can we close our eyes When the walls around us Wear thinner each day? How can we mute our voices When a parade of chaos marches Throughout the land
witness to the gathering of the march The past thou shalt never cross Things here will never be the same All bear witness to the gathering of the march
Blind to deceits by our fears to a kingdom of false pretense Selfish hands, fallacies never ending Dominate, the fix is in, a crusade not meant to win
So many have lost their way So many have fallen to their grip of faith Controlled by their words of hate Divided, we ravage our homelands The abundance
Hell yeah We are the pulse of the world Yeah Our eys have grown so wide Don`t hold back Keep your eyes on the prize Always Will Yeah Toe the line We
A toast for our sins Our instincts drags us deeper Throwing us to the wolves The nameless were all buried long ago We are not anonymous The faceless
We`ve bid our time All patience claimed Content with nothing Our lives lived not in vain Not in vain It`s calling - It`s calling I fear the hold as met
How can we close or eyes, when the walls around wear thinner each day How can we mute our voices, when a parade of chaos marches through out the land
This is whatwe've become The past thou shalt never cross Things here will never be the same All bear witness to the gathering of the march This is
Preklad: Vyhrabať. Marca Vypne.
: So many have lost their way So many have fallen to their grip of faith Controlled by their words of hate Divided we ravage our homelands The abundance
: Hell yeah We are the pulse of the world Yeah Our eyes have grown so wide Don't hold back Keep your eyes on the prize Always Will Yeah Toe the line
