Slowly separate from all the things that makes us whole,
Left in front of me were riddles we can't complete
Our souls now obsolete, our strength fades away in time, into time.
I'll put my trust in conviction, and break away from this prison.
Hate begins to take control!
Silence has taken over the purity of our hearts
And shrouds our lonely bodies of content.
It's the black that grows and grows cold in your head
It's like a disease that's been fed,
Just like when you read the Conchoid. written in blood!
Calmly and collected we must resurrect him and appreciate what we initiate.
BREATHE OUT!
Silence has taken over the purity of our hearts
And shrouds our lonely bodies of content.
It's the black that grows and grows cold in your head
It's like a disease that's been fed,
Just like when you read the Conchoid. written in blood!
I have the letter they'll ask for written in blood,
I posses the artifact of war.
I have the letter they'll ask for written in blood,
I posses the artifact of war.
I can't believe what I have seen,
Eleven brutal murders all without remorse!
When he was done I tried to run...
He caught me quick and gripped my neck tightly and said.
"Your lives will be tortured... tonight!"
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