Separates life from death
Marching towards the freedom
That you think you will win
Heroes behind cowardly
Creations gives no respect
Sleepless lie the enemies
Awaiting the next move
A nothingness that is formed
Into something greatly
A ghost that many others
Already have turned into
We all are wandering towards
Extinction, coldness
And this is where you
Want to create life?
Giving birth to a life that is
To follow the trace
But the ghost you hunt will
Never ever let you win
You sacrafice your life for it all,
This is the end of the race
The life you live will soon
Be taken for its sin
Doomsday, the very last
Day in your existence
The thought conjures cold
Shivers along your spine
Have you done your share
Or have you fumbled?
Hordes of people flees
From their home
Burning fires make your
Eyes become blind
Transforming into beasts while
Judging and imitating their acts
The mist of death spreads
From land to land
Burning fires make your
Eyes become blind
And is this where you
Want to create life?
A war built upon invented extraction
You will become one in the end
Or will you fall?
You will get the answer
A war built upon invented extraction
You will become one in the end
Or will you fall?
You will get the answer
Towards the line that Separates life from death Marching towards the freedom That you think you will win Heroes behind cowardly Creations gives no respect Sleepless lie the enemies Awaiting the next move A nothingness that is formed Into something greatly A ghost that many others Already have turned into We all are wandering towards Extinction, coldness And this is where you Want to create life? Giving birth to a life that is To follow the trace But the ghost you hunt will Never ever let you win You sacrafice your life for it all, This is the end of the race The life you live will soon Be taken for its sin Doomsday, the very last Day in your existence The thought conjures cold Shivers along your spine Have you done your share Or have you fumbled? Hordes of people flees From their home Burning fires make your Eyes become blind Transforming into beasts while Judging and imitating their acts The mist of death spreads From land to land Burning fires make your Eyes become blind And is this where you Want to create life? A war built upon invented extraction You will become one in the end Or will you fall? You will get the answer A war built upon invented extraction You will become one in the end Or will you fall? You will get the answer Explain Request ×
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