WORMWITCH - Wheels of War | Текст песни

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hammers of industry
conquest of land
wheels of war churning the sand
the ringing will be heard for time out of mind
when a lost soul finds the earth
a wasteland drifting through dead space
memory stained in the tapestry of the stars
red with blood
hot with hatred
I will fight this vision
the trajectory of pain
bent on the thorough raping of all life
sickness of man will be cleansed from the land

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