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Requiem For a Dying Race

S-Core


Each life needs some hell

Taints of blood splattering my face
This is a requiem for a dying race

Hollow feelings
Your god is a virus
That parasite controls you
Don't believe him

Never implore your god
He fools you with his rules
Never implore your god
He makes you walk as a sheep

Taints of blood splattering my face
This is a requiem for a dying race

Crushing your will
Wrong choice,i'm your brother
Covered with gold
Hear me now,i'm yourself

Never implore your god
He fools you with his rules
Never implore your god
He makes you walk as a sheep

No - slaughter to survive
No - slaughter to survive
That makes me rise

Is it some devil calling ?
Rising up through your sight
Inside of you
Crushing your will,i'm yourself

I'm your hell - don't weep
Don't tell me to help you now
Don't come to tell me nothing's real
Let me grow - life is away

No - slaughter to survive
No - slaughter to survive
That makes me rise

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