Horrograph - The Age Of The Death | Текст песни

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• The Age Of The Death

Verse 1:
Here is no concepts of the brave.
Here is no concepts of the warrior.
Every can make murder on friend.
Every can betray for the glory.
We're living in the rotten world.
Which has been erected by us.
Thinking of freedom, we are in the prison.
And soon we will be just in the past.
Verse 2:
It is kind of war, which never will end.
Like soldiers we die on the fields.
Murder for me, murder for us.
Until you'll be in the grave.
You are paying with blood.
For life you don't need.
Somewhere in thoughts, want to be free.
But slave it is your destiny.
Chorus:
Now it's time for the justice.
Now it's time to pay for all.
Now it's time for the violence.
And death will capture the world

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