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Vocals and Lyrics by Robb Wrathchild Music by Montara Mike
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bleed!
for this is the flesh of lies
arcane skin pulling fabric of the soul
hands like knives skewering all
war
documented rage
in signs of profane ritual
bloodletting
death rides to the hymn of pain
a soldiers dream perverse
skies relentlessly create
a schism to invert
wolves bay at the doors
of slaughter so divine
none may know what evil lurks
behind those twisted eyes
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