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• Artiste: Dying Fetus
• Titre: The Blood Of Power
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Die, don't revive, won't succumb Conduit of anger, tools of the trade Essential supply of patrol compulsory Instruments of wrath, in need of the lifeblood Never ending skirmish for resource control When entry contested, instigate combat Financial enticement right to access No alternative 'til it's gone Proxy battlefield, resupplied With the means to strike down abruptly All attrition comes from above Inflexile directives bound to With the foothold, still in the game Posturing rivals, one in the same Necessary actions breed hostility Postponement of eventual crusade Indigenous inhabitants Striving to create their tranquility Forcing the masses to devote submission Time is running short for that vision Accelerated endeavor Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel When there's nothing left but sand The priviledged squandering wealth Wasted on obsolete armaments Window of proseperity Closing as the years go by Wanting to save face Of ancient grievances Refusing to move forward Utilizing nothing Depletion of reservoirs ratcheting up methodology Claiming intent of purpose to aid and support The blood of power The blood of power When exhaustion limit nears proxy war meets conclusion Full fledged world campaign, every nation's declaration Supremacy through allies, choosing sides, which one lies? Claims to those assets for warranted capital, seize Everything on the table of possibilities No surrender without prize vital dependency The new reserves, the ocean floor front line The future uncertain, submerged technology Progressing forth, into the unknown