Nethermost - War of the Wretched | Текст песни

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Racing in line
Turning the tide
Side by side
They crush with fear
Calls we hear
Puppeteers

Drilling
Dry
Thrilling
Fights
Herds of
Swine
Their roots
Ring in
Lights turn
Dim
To next
of kin

The season
Disaster
Calls
To cleanse
Hereafter
All
Their turn
to meet
Their Day
And close
The vengeful
Way

The wasting
Of life
Struggles
Defined
Wreckage
Inclined

A storm
Of scheme
Thus we
Bleed
Unreedemed

Their walls
Conceal
Great wrong
The halls
We feel
Watch on

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