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Bản dịch: Winds Of Plague. A Cold Day In Hell.
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t know who they are. Running reckless a human race to the end of time. Now bring the chaos. Force the numbers. A subtle chance has gone and passed a moment
inside the line I am who I am. Sworn to my ideals and when this world comes to an end I am caught in the middle of a warring heaven and hell I will stand
is just a man threes no divine among us. Only flesh and blood. All your bridges are burnt every city left in ruins the end is just a dawn. Life is now a
: Burn me out of your mind. This is a place I cannot be anymore every inch of ground is paved with lies. Your only concern is for yourself. No mercy
die for the couse. but you haven?t lived for shit. you have not lived for naything. what happened to my generation? Why do we always fall short? Just a
that led us here. Prints fade to an open eye. There is no turning back. Face the world with no remorse. How can you think my pain is free? A twelve gauge
faceless and stand fearless. This world can be a wretched place filled with hatred. When all hope is lost look to the darkest corner to find a solution
your past. Make the pledge this promised witness by god to live this live with intent. From her eon out I will walk tall. defeat is not a way out. Bring
I ever find peace? It seems this world always finds its way to get the best of me. It always there to knock me down. Another test of determantion. with a
now Disharmony, satanic serenade Black symphony, a tribute to the plague The twisted souls awakened by the chanting Unchained at last, rise, they will now rise A new day
the devil may be! Evil Felicia- Where the hell have you been?! Clyde- I'm going to have a Scotch. Would you like to join me? Felicia- By all means have a
