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• Artiste: Termina
• Titre: Blood Echo
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Once given a message To rise from the wreckage They say that the author Is dead in the water The beasts of our darkest nights Are coming to life They’re cutting into our spines And twisting the knife Plagues falling from the sky Pull the wool over my eyes Slaves to a dying light Without the courage to fight A violent reckoning The silence deafening Hide from the storm, under the floor A prisoner of war Becoming deformed from all of the thorns Nothing to live for Never more, your body is worn A story so forlorn, but no life to mourn The fabric’s torn Losing your grip, a sinking ship As you drown in it The water within soaks into the skin Just like every sin you commit There’s no medicine to cure all your ailments So open up and give in Plagues falling from the sky Pull the wool over my eyes Slaves to a dying light Without the courage to fight Once given a message To rise from the wreckage They say that the author Is dead in the water No, no hope for us Sacrificing the human race for your personal gain Taking away everything that makes us feel alive We are servants to the hive Slaving away Until we decay Fade into nothingness Just to be replaced Plagues falling from the sky Pull the wool over my eyes Slaves to a dying light Without the courage to fucking fight