Rage!
These streets are a battleground
With every second counting down to extinction and this world will be cursing
Our name
'Till the final head will role
This place is a killing field
We won't get out alive, here's a picture, of your perfect fucking world
So stand up!
A plagued race of tear-aways
Powerless
We stand and face wave after wave
Is this all that you wished for?
To be one with the herd?
Is this all that you dreamt of?
This is the end of the world
Cold shivers
Smoke
Mirrors
Blood rivers we won't get out alive
No, we won't get out alive
We'll never be the same again
Time to find strength in numbers before this life will end!
We are the fuel to feed this fire
We'll find ourselves again
In this, our darkest hour, brothers in arms arise!
And all we need to live is right before our eyes
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