Arcadia Bursts - Voices From The Ancients | Текст песни

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The snake in my mind
is crushing my sanity
Reshuffling the thoughts
Denial of personality
My soul withered by time
Needs it, worths it.
It requires the flow of pain
worthy to fill the river
As the flood
As the flames of Hell.

This is my purpose
This is my meaning
For a tree to become tall
it must grow though roots
among the rocks
The puzzle, is magnified
My piece, now it's full
of meaning.

[Chorus]
I can't hear you over
The sound of my voices
Don't waste your breath for this
I'll give you a better reason
'cause Hatred is my name

Hatred is my name
Killing is my path
Your hiding place is the illusion
In which you conceal.
It will be revealed.
Everyone will perish now.

[Chorus]

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