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March Of Pain
03:13
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MARCH OF PAIN
No! More! Waiting! Hate! Is! Gaining! The upper hand you see. File in your lane. Do you hear me? The march of pain. March of pain! They hold your head below! Drowning in the bleak. Cold undertow. They have you beat. Lies! Fear! They Sell. March! To! Our Hell. March!
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Sentinel
01:50
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SENTINEL
Stands his guard, Takes his place, saber locked in hand. Holds his pose, Sets his sights, Ready for his man. Feels no pain, thoughts are sharp. The Sentinel. Dare to test him, damn yourself. The Sentinel. He Knows no defeat. He cannot be beat. Strikes you down, no remorse, always holds true. To his station, can’t be bought, his fears but few. The Sentinel.
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Sense Of Dread
02:46
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SENSE OF DREAD
I hear the echoes of each lost soul. I see the pain as it unfolds. As it unfolds! I smell the burning of texts they’ve banned. I feel the blood running across my hands. I! sense decay in the nation, the supposed home of the brave. And the balance tips fast, can it be saved? And I see it! And I see it! Oh, The wake of dismay. And the pain! pain! Ah! The pain of these days.
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Interlude
00:55
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Control You
02:32
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CONTROL YOU
Whether we know it, we’re being prepared for war. Secret elites made us a personal force. don’t care bout me. don’t care bout you. You’re just a pawn standing in queue. “think for yourself”, that isn’t true. Control your mind. and control you. What will your loyalty bring in a short time? They’ll pilfer your pockets, pretend it’s no crime. Control you! X4
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Demon Heart
01:31
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DEMON HEART
I’ll show you what's inside. Beyond the cage inside of me. Ripping hell across my soul. Heart of a demon free. Lost my way. And I pray. What remains. Can’t stop the Demon Heart inside of me. Feel it pulse with certainty. Trying to take over me. Try and try can’t fight back.
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New Hell
02:59
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NEW HELL
The battlefield is wide. Take the plunge in a sea of mines. There’s no shelter in our own new found hell. Warring factions brought us here. Apocalyptic nightmare. There’s no shelter in our own new found hell. Sky is on fire. Ashes rain down. Rivers run red. In blood we drown. Now We. Must try. to survive. Can We. Live?
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Dear Cops (Bastard)
01:05
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