With the blood of millions on your hands the human race is led astray by demons disguised as angels. The human race suffocates with prophecy that tells
Legions bow to a faceless God faithful to their lord willing to die for this savior they can not see. they can not feel. wasting away brainwashed forever
behind your actions that left me alone and covered in scars so I search for comfort and healing to somehow rid these demons and set me free I hope for
have done nothing But deceive I hope for voices To scream in harmony Against the stronghold That has taken so many By there throats I hope for voices
But the cold of your shoulder And when i needed A hand to hold You instead offered this blade And tore me forever With its effect But your intentions and hopes
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Give it all every last breath When the centuries pass We are apparitions Nothing but a mark in the minds To be baptised into the earth The destructive
Realized under the cover of darkness we are the dreams and they are the shadows of doubt in a lucid mind in a cocoon of fear there is nothing left but
Half drowned in these holes We've dug for ourselves How far have these days taken us We rest on the backs Of treaded paths And encircle the ghost Of
away Remember this wisp of hope And strength will be felt You'll feel it No pain of right or wrong With our army thousands strong Very strong with this hope
for those who've died to ignore all the signs that man is so unkind and partake in this culture of death makes all who don't acknowledge just as guilty
nothing but an armful of empty promises your continued existence is meaningless someday you'll learn of all the pain you've made and i hope that
I'm leaving right now, not for another moment. Can I stand to bear the weight of your eyes upon me. There's a weight that pressing on my shoulders.
path straight through to the light raise ourselves up before we fade into the night sinking down we are drowning in a pool of despair watching as our
lives have. Revolved around this thing we've made. More amazing still that we continue on today. It's grown to be more than we could ever have hope
wake up from the slumber that you've been forced into climb out from the depths of sleep to the waking world asleep with your eyes wide open we stumble
wall to wall bodies stacked from floor to ceiling this is not life but subsistence that we are feeling given barely enough so as not to make waves convinced
Dark Lord chaos, your time has come. The people of the Elvin Hills of Algoroth will regain command of their homeland. And their pride will flourish