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• Artiste: Paths Of Possession
• Titre: The End Of The Hour
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For all the faceless walking dead across the land I will go to a place that you don't understand I put a razor to my wrist and spread it wide And as the blood drips from the walls I slowly Close my eyes This was not meant for your eyes This is the end of the hour There's no use wasting precious time This is the end of the hour Hours I have wasted sitting here, wet dripping pain At last my eyes roll back, the visions start again The earth will split' the skies will rain ash to the land Black clouds of death roll in, what is this? Is it the end of man? This was not meant for your eyes This is the end of the hour There's no use wasting precious time This is the end of the hour This ruptured vein, black and vile Is pouring truth from a sacred place And we will see that when the world burns, the weak will be thrown in that fire Join with me my brothers as we march to endless glory.. Let's burn it down, let's burn it down In glorious ashes we will burn The empty nest lies here awaiting his return Our murderous father, his intentions we learn Eradicate the mindless flocks upon the shore And we will slip away into these ages Forever. This was not meant for your eyes This is the end of the hour There's no use wasting precious time This is the end of the hour