Ironside - Fever pitch | Текст песни

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Clutch my tom throat
From silent epitomes
The scourge of eyesight
Assassinates the unsung
Darkness coloring
My grey world
Fever pitching
Wanton confusion
Unleashing pain
Suspicion
Divine priest of worship
Pressure eyes follow up
I consolidate my enemy
Gather fire for the fuel
Grasp the fading vision
A mirage of hostility
Nature’s unstable
Apprehension
Returns to bury me
Dead

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