Walking through the doorway of our souls
We always step into
Forward - be progressive
The future is in our hands
Nothing is
Out in the cold - a dying world
The human race
Masters of mutilation
Your profession is death
You are playing with their
early morning, mankind sleepsthere's a roaring in the airinpenetrable fogthunder
Look at this courageous young mentheir lifeless bodies are lying
I'm the one to rescue youI'm the one you needI
Silent sreaming and no one needs to listenwe don't care
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