Tortured race
Down to succomb to our fate,
what we"ve left behind is forever to be lost
fight our way through lives in the age of inhuman
Descend into chaos
Foul creatures roam the lands,
under the weak rays of sun we pray for retribution
no longer we want peace, but deliverance
Guidance of swords within the light,
eldest father never gave us, we seek.
As they drink our blood, we bring more bodies
to the throne of our king, the inhuman
But I will never turn away from you
my father, forgive me, for you have sinned
creating a monster to watch us kill ourselves
Hear my cry, as I suffocate you in me
My skin is deadly pale,
My lungs breathe for the last time,
My body slowly falls down,
My heart stops and my eyes remain wide open...
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