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• Artiste: Nothing More
• Titre: The Cleansing
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I smell your rot a mile behind I say pestilence, you say benign You've made your grave with the dogs By grace our paths have crossed And all tolerance is lost What is the price on your head? I'll take it with these hands Rip flesh from bone And claim what we own (War) For every generation there comes a time (War) To join the gray or become what is right (War) You stayed in shadows, and preyed on the blind You're cyanide Father, you know I'm seeking honor Wanting life for my brothers I will fight, the ones who stole the sun and left us night, they're cyanide. Father guide my hands I will cleanse this land End the enemy The innocent be freed You and me I fight for father's and daughters Sons and mothers Raped and murdered Bound and tied You came inside You took their lives Yeah I pray... I pray you die. So I will fight the decadence that leeches our innocence, they're cyanide!