Gathering the Dead Songtext

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Gathering The Dead

Silent Wars Are Raising The Pain
For All Once Chose To Suffer
None Shall Be Spared, All Living Dies
Bagging For Salvation

Time Has Come, Now To Awake The Dead
Who Shall Rise From Their Lost Tombs
In The Air Thick And Dense
Into The Night As Black As Their Souls

See What Has Come Reality
Here In The Darkest Of All Nights
Your Death Shall Be The Penalty
Make A Stand, Light For Thy Lives

Their Swords Won't Be Laid To Rest
Until You Fucking Bastards Die
Devoured By Those Once Made Of Flesh
Due To Thy Fucking Life Of Lies

Risen, Rise Into The Night
From Your Graves
Surmise The Pain
Of This Weird World
Where Hatred Grows
As Black As Your Hearts
Here In This Night We're Gathering The Dead

Your Cries For Lord Won't Help You
Scurrying They'll Take Your Lives
The Dying Sun In The Eyes Of Thousand Men
This Is The Day Dead Rise Again

We Rise Again
The Dead Will Rise Again