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Soaring through the night we fly, Sailing by starlight and tides, Marching to fight in strides, Hiding out of sight nearby, It’s time to display ruthless might, Together chanting our war cry, Let us sing until we die. We have arrived.
What a dilemma! Which way do we go, When you travel alone on a path you don’t know? But at least the road is mine. The struggle is real and the purpose divine. Lay it on me. I can understand why, They forget me. The ultimatum of life, If I die in tragedy, I will leave my legacy, The meaning, the ultimatum of life. What an enigma! Your gift is my curse; Where you excel, I can only make worse. In my calling I succeed, When I follow the light burning in me. Lay it on me. I can understand why, They might forget me. The ultimatum of life, If I die in tragedy, I will leave this legacy, The meaning, the ultimatum of life. I will glory in my suffering, perseverance in my hope. And this we will not fail, pushing the envelope. If I fall short, if I stumble, I will wait right here, For I know You are with me as I face my fear. Lay it on me. I can understand why, They won’t forget me. The ultimatum of life, If I die in tragedy, I will leave a legacy, The meaning, the ultimatum of life.
An ancient wisdom passed on with grace, The perception of magic; conjuring embraced, A supernatural sense like vapor in the wind Bringing judgement so swift to the sentenced condemned, The last thing you’ll ever see takes one second of skill. Awake now, cease your slumber and witness my steel. Becoming invisible; the darkness an art, Arriving in silence to deftly depart, A vanishing shadow; misty profile, Mirror my swagger, but never capture my style. The last thing you’ll ever see takes one second of skill. Awake now, cease your slumber and witness my steel. A hardened apprentice; master’s cruel instruction, Solitary now, bearing destruction, Forged in fire, a coming of age, my word is my sword, and nightfall my stage. The last thing you’ll ever see takes one second of skill. Awake now, cease your slumber and witness my steel. The last thing you’ll ever feel, Is the cold hard edge of piercing steel.
Soaring. Explosion. Falling from the air; Broken, beat down, blood everywhere, Surrounded by fire, fighting my fear, Cut up, can’t breathe; get me out of here! Origen of a scar, though scattered and worn out and torn apart, We’ll never forget who we are; origin of a scar… I’m empty, surrounded. What an ugly scene. Taken, I struggle to keep my honor clean. Bound and distressed, I watch in disgust, As bodies of fallen are dragged through the dust! Origen of a scar, though scattered and worn out and torn apart, We’ll never forget who we are; origin of a scar… But for now I pray. And, as I wait, I wonder if these scars will ever fade. Listen! I hear it, the roar of a flame, A raven, a vulture, a warbird untamed! Origen of a scar, though scattered and worn out and torn apart, We’ll never forget who we are; origin of a scar…
Turbulence, the interruption of wind, All might be lost, and this might be the end. Come with me; this we’ll defend, A reckoning too great to comprehend. Warning of elders, Defining adversity, Follow me to shelter, Onslaught unleashed, Pestilence, the agent of fate, Forces of nature, here to decimate, Come with me; the toil will be great, Counting all the dead buried outside the gate. Warning of elders, Defining adversity, Follow me to shelter, Onslaught unleashed, Under the barrage of a darkening sky Evidence of God in the blink of an eye, Crumble the earth; cast down the stone. Display Your power; reign from Your throne. Warning of elders, Defining adversity, Follow me to shelter, Onslaught… Onslaught unleashed!
As the constant flow of the river erodes, Topples the bridges and crumbles the road, It may be concealed like the rust that corrodes, But under the weight of itself, everything implodes. Chaos. Seen through it all, In the changing leaves when watching fall. Oh, chaos, heard in the call Of vanishing trees, you are now watching fall. Like gravity, the force remains unseen. The rise and fall of nations, swift as a guillotine, Conceive a new era. Long live the queen. Then, plunder the land. Burn it all. Burn everything. Chaos. Seen through it all, In the changing leaves when watching fall. Oh, chaos, heard in the call Of vanishing trees, you are now watching fall. In this barren landscape full of concern, Learning to trust soon spring will return, The shadows begin to shift, As clouds of desolation start to lift. Chaos. Seen through it all, With the changing of leaves, You are watching chaos! Chaos, devastate all. And, the vanishing trees We are watching fall!
This is my body, broken and torn, The Word made flesh, false royalty adorned. With a mocking robe and a crown of thorns, Born to suffer that you may be reborn, Whenever you eat, whenever you drink, Do so in remembrance of Me. The Lamb was sent, came and went, The sacrifice, the sacrament. This is my blood spilling out for man. Then comes darkness, part of the Master’s plan. I tore up the veil like no one else can. Death is now crushed, and hell overran. Whenever you eat, whenever you drink, Do so in remembrance of Me. The Lion was sent, came and went, The sacrifice, the sacrament. Rose up from the grave, The stone rolled away, I go to ascend to my Father, But I will be returning one day. And to my bride l leave my Spirit to guide, Remember, I am alive. By holy order to be habitual, this is my covenant. This is the ritual. Whenever you eat, whenever you drink, Do so and remember Me. The King was sent, came and went, The sacrifice, the sacrament.
Rise up, new life, leap up from down below; Your name among the names written so long ago. My son, you are my friend, But your journey must begin. A seed falls from the tree born without a sound. Don’t weep for me (I must revisit…). I know, it’s hard to believe when it comes around, But I’m finally free when I revisit the ground. There’s a ritual among us that can bring you to your knees; In between life and death, just fading memories. My son, we’ll meet again; This is not the end. A seed falls from the tree born without a sound. Don’t weep for me (I must revisit…). I know, it’s hard to believe when it comes around. I’m finally free when I revisit the ground. The legend we leave stems from the roots we weave. Be willing to bend when confronting the wind. A seed falls from the tree born without a sound. Don’t weep for me (I must revisit…). I know, it’s hard to believe when it comes around. I’m finally free when I revisit the ground.
Born of the water, made for the waves, Exploring new lands, defending the raids, But beware the call of distant mermaids; They’ll drag you through the depths to your watery grave. Don’t get too close. You might end up dying, following the voice of the lesser siren. Sounds so sweet, but you’ll be the one crying, when your life is claimed by the lesser siren. Riding the wind, following the stars, The stories are legend, collecting our scars, The water itself seems to hypnotize; Some jump overboard to follow the lies. Don’t get too close. You might end up dying, following the voice of the lesser siren. Sounds so sweet, but you’ll be the one crying, when your life is claimed by the lesser siren. Hold on! Their songs were hiding their anger. The closer we get, their eyes convey danger. Swim back! They’ll steal your life with a kiss, And drag you to their home, the darkened abyss. Don’t get too close. You might end up dying, following the voice of the lesser siren. Sounds so sweet, but you’ll be the one crying, when your life is claimed by the lesser siren.
Fired up, we might go berserk! No more silence, time to go to work. Protecting the innocent, weapons at hand, Blood on my fist as we take a stand, We will answer the call. This first step marks your downfall. Speak up, get loud, and never quit. Get up, get rowdy, get anger-lit. Hardcore! Regrets die here. Violence of action, we’ve made ourselves clear. Bravery, the choice, remain untamed. Bishops of truth, engage unashamed! We will answer the call. This first step marks your downfall. Speak up, get loud, and never quit. Get up, get rowdy, get anger-lit. We fight for justice, not for revenge. But if you dare to touch them, we will avenge! Speak up, get loud, and never quit. Get up, get rowdy, get anger-lit.
You let me suffer. What was it worth? Just a burden and a strain, I was robbed of my birth. Your love, buried under fear and rage, A mountain of mistakes at such a young age, I hope one day you get over your shame, Of a child, your infant, a soul with no name. We are the missing. We are the damned, Formed by Almighty, cast out as unplanned. The missing, we are the voice Of the ones you betrayed when you made that choice, the missing. On trial, is there a witness for me? This slow execution sentenced me to eternity. I cry out! Maternal affections stills. Ignore me when you can, the dangers of freewill. I’m falling away. The separation is growing. Goodbye. This is the end. My heartbeat is slowing. We are the missing. We are the damned, Formed by Almighty, cast out as unplanned. The missing, we are the voice Of the ones you betrayed when you made that choice, the missing. An old man sitting in his chair Recollects all the good and the bad and the fair. What if he could never know, A lifetime forgone, just a choice long ago? We are the missing. We are the damned, Formed by Almighty, cast out as unplanned. The missing, we are the voice Of the ones you betrayed that you left up to choice.