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Property, of a million dead livesVictims, of the prophecySlaughtered, for the profit of liesIn agony, we'll deceaseShattered we lieSlaughtered we dieIn times of decayAfraid of something newSuffer in painTerrorizerPerished by lawEyes of the dead I sawPrimacy, is the claim of the wildDarkness, upon our gravesWaiting, to be slaughtered at dawnThe sunlight is no more to rise
Property, of a million dead livesVictims, of the prophecySlaughtered, for the profit of liesIn agony, we'll deceaseShattered we lieSlaughtered we dieIn times of decayAfraid of something newSuffer in painTerrorizerPerished by lawEyes of the dead I sawPrimacy, is the claim of the wildDarkness, upon our gravesWaiting, to be slaughtered at dawnThe sunlight is no more to rise