Digging deep into the ground
Black gold seeking, hell bound
Enter dark
Out to destroy
Every inch of your world
Enemy of mine
Trying to
All around
The stench of death
The smell of wasted years
Fallen beauty
Filth of ages floats
Like the burning soil
Destruction becomes harvest
The hell
Pace is fast, suffer creation
Life in agony, all condemned
It's coming
Scorching heat 'till deliverance
The tide is turning
I've seen the face
The
Betrayed by me
I am my own worst enemy
Murder in the
Dragging on, can't tell what's mine
Life heads for a fall
No
A million times, a million miles
Traveled in my time
There's all
Forced to fight, behind the lines. Trying to find my
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