Doc - Abstract Future
flame of the phoenix are bringing too many defeats
blazing hell burning through the dirty gray streets
bringin pain and misery to the concrete
the smell of bitter sweet defeat from the end of the road
it's driving the children of sadness to madness
addicted to the state of the earth from birth
and now mental prostitution is their last solution to hide from a hate revolution
we are the truth and hate personified
so spread the word
and let it be heard
that the prophets once again has been cruicified
martures of the ones without voice are here to finally rejoice
so look into night and realize that you don't have a choice
this is the march of the living dead
so bring the wine and bread cus the final words have soon been said
the people without any fire lit
are here to protect the absence of it
we who dance without matches in the shatters of ashes
too many days has passed since the prophet was cruicified
too many days has passed since the last warrior survived
forever will we wait for the soldiers to return
and we bake bread out of steel in return
in the shatters of our broken home
we still raise our hands for sake of rome
to much lead is in rushing through my vein
and too many hearts has been saved in vain
cus the old man once told me
that the old man who once sold me
is the man who most of all want's to hold me
cus the distance is what holds us together
and still, the hearts of the feareless will remain forever
AND YOU WILL KNOW, MY NAME IS THE LORD WHEN I LAY MY VENGEANCE UPON YOU *blamblamblam*
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