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Dried Tears
[font=Tahoma,Geneva]Alone, I invoked my eternal hate
Burned the sin and closed the gates
Until chaos awaits your final wake
Flaming desires of forgotten grace
Dismember your impotent soul
Swallow your life, all but whole
Nowhere to hide from mighty blow
Every turn, death all I saw
Follow the lead, follow the kill
Strip your body from every will
Burning hearts upon the hill
Will bare it all, broken zeal
Strike hard more than ever
Dark crafts of morbid laughter
Play the game of ugly massacre
With every black curse I utter
Who art thou? Angel’s glee
Offer thy hands, walk with me
Into the light, we’ll be free
Like the monster, I used to be
Flog the Son of your Father
He’s not a savior or redeemer
He never walked above the water
Nor raised the dead from its cinder
Leave the dream, this is real
Woke from the nightmares of evil
There’s no sign, omen to reveal
Darkness is coming, can’t you feel?
To die is to rest your labor
Criminals and thieves, I harbor
Show no mercy, show no remorse
You deserved it, shameless gore
I will leave these now in your hands
Bitterness and sorrow cast upon men
Let them bleed, break them down
Corporal days under blazing sun
You found yourself on verge of cliff
All you can wish is nothing but drift
And the world is never short on grief
He stands laughing while you weep
Burned the sin and closed the gates
Until chaos awaits your final wake
Flaming desires of forgotten grace
Dismember your impotent soul
Swallow your life, all but whole
Nowhere to hide from mighty blow
Every turn, death all I saw
Follow the lead, follow the kill
Strip your body from every will
Burning hearts upon the hill
Will bare it all, broken zeal
Strike hard more than ever
Dark crafts of morbid laughter
Play the game of ugly massacre
With every black curse I utter
Who art thou? Angel’s glee
Offer thy hands, walk with me
Into the light, we’ll be free
Like the monster, I used to be
Flog the Son of your Father
He’s not a savior or redeemer
He never walked above the water
Nor raised the dead from its cinder
Leave the dream, this is real
Woke from the nightmares of evil
There’s no sign, omen to reveal
Darkness is coming, can’t you feel?
To die is to rest your labor
Criminals and thieves, I harbor
Show no mercy, show no remorse
You deserved it, shameless gore
I will leave these now in your hands
Bitterness and sorrow cast upon men
Let them bleed, break them down
Corporal days under blazing sun
You found yourself on verge of cliff
All you can wish is nothing but drift
And the world is never short on grief
He stands laughing while you weep
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