Take a look at the new rules of this game
Wicked laughters are feeding their fame
Unmoved they seem
Hearing the cries from the empty shells Ivy
Hungry for turmoil and wedges
One peace at a time they steal
Collecting memories
Notch up another victory
Upon our shoulders and true beliefs
So sweet is our decay
With wheedling words they reign Raise your voice
Aim as high as they can't see
Now you can say:
"Speak your last word,
speak your last word!" Born in the garden of overgrown madness
We still search what remains of our lives
Scattered pieces for their jigsaw puzzle Swapping destinies
Whencesoever they derive their powers
Tearless they seem
Vowing to break from the hardest chains
Where all hopes are misled and repressed Playing god, how does it feel?
The fate of Sky and Earth
Prophets of doom
Awaits their sentence too Sold and bought in the Merchants' fair
Shattered we are
Beware of our hate! Beneath hard flesh it burns
(Acoustic solos: Jarpen) (Solos: Jarpen, Aydan, both) (repeat Bridge and Chorus).
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