Falling in to a battle of realms
That's what we deserve
This is our pathetic price for existence in this world
We have been warned for centuries
Just to infect our minds with an instinct of self-preservation
An execution is at hand
Breeding of a new race is not a purpose
It's the middle of a cycle
That's can't be real
To bend reality towards the shapes of Gods
We tried not once
Under thy burning eyes
To bend reality towards the shapes of Gods
We tried not once
Under thy burning eyes
I promise they'll be slayed
Rising out from the ground
They were taking lives just with a single sight
Appearing in the sky
They incenerated us every time
Rising out from the ground
They were taking lives just with a single sight
Appearing in the sky
They incenerated us every time
Cycles of hatred
Without a begging
Without an end
They just exist in space
We were exiled
Can you feel goddamn presure
Our fight is coming to an end
We were exiled
Can you feel this mfuckin presure
Our fight is coming to an end
Breeding of race
They'll be slayed
Breeding of race
They'll be slayed
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