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ALL YOUR KINGS
And as the machine churns out gods of war
There's no time to mourn the ones that were born
To depart this wasted mortal coil
Place your offerings before the pulpit
Stained with blood of innocence
Promises made and deception received
Every time we pray for miracles
God damn all your kings
I drink the poison
Akhlys is my love
I am your Ares
And blood is on my hands
The enemy is real
Depart this mortal coil
Place your offerings before the pulpit
Stained with blood of innocence
Promises made and deception received
Every time we pray for miracles
God damn all your kings
FORCE FED THE FUTURE
REMNANTS OF THE PAST
PEEL AWAY THE SCABS
BURIED TOMORROW
THE CHILDREN SACRIFICED
WHEN LORDS OF DEATH
COME FOR US ALL
FORCE FED THE FUTURE
REMNANTS OF THE PAST
PEEL AWAY THE SCABS
BURIED TOMORROW
THE CHILDREN SACRIFICED
WHEN LORDS OF DEATH
COME FOR US ALL
The machine never dies
The machine never dies
The machine never dies
Place your offerings before the pulpit
Stained with blood of innocence
THE MACHINE NEVER DIES
Promises made and deception received
Every time we pray for miracles
THE MACHINE NEVER DIES
God damn all your kings
There's no time to mourn the ones that were born
To depart this wasted mortal coil
Place your offerings before the pulpit
Stained with blood of innocence
Promises made and deception received
Every time we pray for miracles
God damn all your kings
I drink the poison
Akhlys is my love
I am your Ares
And blood is on my hands
The enemy is real
Depart this mortal coil
Place your offerings before the pulpit
Stained with blood of innocence
Promises made and deception received
Every time we pray for miracles
God damn all your kings
FORCE FED THE FUTURE
REMNANTS OF THE PAST
PEEL AWAY THE SCABS
BURIED TOMORROW
THE CHILDREN SACRIFICED
WHEN LORDS OF DEATH
COME FOR US ALL
FORCE FED THE FUTURE
REMNANTS OF THE PAST
PEEL AWAY THE SCABS
BURIED TOMORROW
THE CHILDREN SACRIFICED
WHEN LORDS OF DEATH
COME FOR US ALL
The machine never dies
The machine never dies
The machine never dies
Place your offerings before the pulpit
Stained with blood of innocence
THE MACHINE NEVER DIES
Promises made and deception received
Every time we pray for miracles
THE MACHINE NEVER DIES
God damn all your kings
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