Will you destroy the righteous with the wicked
Shine your mercy
We are too old to cry, too young to die
Bound
Apocalypse juggernaut, engine of war
Piercing your chest with pure hate
Twisting
The poet dreams so he cannot let you go.
I feel
In your name
Victory is ours
Gather us to your heart
Wash the
Too long you have cast a shadow
On the fields of
Hell can't stop me now
Heed this, your time is short
This
Blacking out
Spitting gravel grinding teeth
Coming home
To just how desperately
These times will try the hearts of men once carved
Laid to rest
The burdens of battle and time run their
Awake the sleeping giant
Laid to rest this world
Be baptized in
No weight, no love,
resurrected like the sun.
Sight the
Bombarded by philosophies that satisfy the surface
I flee to something
Moving circles and unwind
Feel the rhythm in the lines
Are you
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