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Fire At Will
02:54
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As you stood over the world like a dividing wall
We had little to spare, you spared us nothing at all
As destruction takes flight, spills it’s cargo like the clouds spill rain
Colour sucked from every pore, ambition bled from every vein
You stir the embers to a blaze, waking the hounds from their sleep
Force the unready to their graves, push the strongest men to weep
there comes no messenger of truth, there is no protector from hate
All hands fire at will, all fire at will
All hands fire at will, all fire at will
Desolation walks with you
with one hand on your shoulder
and one hand at your throat
If by chance the mist should clear, your heart should warm
you’ll know your mind as eyes come back to life
the wax will melt, the flame burn out
The wheels will halt and gather grace in moss
and rust will seize the gears of war
Hands, fire at will
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I am all that I owe
02:36
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The moon is thin as daylight rushes in
It takes it’s final breath and sinks into the stage
Ashamed of all I call my mortal coil
The land is left untoiled, I never needed life so bad
I can never die as life was never mine
no life was never mine, I owe all that I am
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