We become. Erupt in violence
Destroy the silence
Our time has comethe ones who've been calling and
We are the outcasted, ancient descendants Would you still die for the dead yet still living
We are the children.The hungry children
Starved of a time that's now come
We become. erupt in violence Our time has comeSeduce the silence
We are the kindred Hell's
ancient descendents slaves
begging the night not to go.
Starved of a life that's now gone
The dead yet still living Would you still die for?
The Blood quench the hunger.
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