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3. Ljubisa Samardzic - A Sad Adio
Trivium - Pull Harder On The Strings Of Your Martyr
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The face and the lips tremble as it rips
Your breath quickening as heat rushes in
Pull harder strings martyr
Stop you cry that's a lie
Flush gasping white reddening
You smile and destroy it- it's time that we end this
It's our curse that makes this world so hopeless
Allowing our king to spread his genocidal wings
Clawing the skin each kill your weakness
Annihilation your masturbation- tyrant, I'll burn you down
PULL, HARDER, STRINGS, MARTYR,
STOP, you CRY, that's, a LIE!,
FLUSH, GASPING, WHITE, REDDENING!,
You SMILE, and destroy it - it's time that we end this!
It's. our curse, that makes this world so hopeless,
Allowing, our, king to spread his genocidal wings!
It's, our curse, that makes this world so hopeless,
Allowing, our, king to spread his genocidal wings!
My hands grip your throat I need your end
Burned, staked, ripped apart- I avenge
For every life you have taken
I am here to repay You ask me oh God why
'Cause I'm God that's fucking why
Your breath quickening as heat rushes in
Pull harder strings martyr
Stop you cry that's a lie
Flush gasping white reddening
You smile and destroy it- it's time that we end this
It's our curse that makes this world so hopeless
Allowing our king to spread his genocidal wings
Clawing the skin each kill your weakness
Annihilation your masturbation- tyrant, I'll burn you down
PULL, HARDER, STRINGS, MARTYR,
STOP, you CRY, that's, a LIE!,
FLUSH, GASPING, WHITE, REDDENING!,
You SMILE, and destroy it - it's time that we end this!
It's. our curse, that makes this world so hopeless,
Allowing, our, king to spread his genocidal wings!
It's, our curse, that makes this world so hopeless,
Allowing, our, king to spread his genocidal wings!
My hands grip your throat I need your end
Burned, staked, ripped apart- I avenge
For every life you have taken
I am here to repay You ask me oh God why
'Cause I'm God that's fucking why
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