Boiling fever in my veins
Feel the poison spreading over
Watch me as I burst in flames!
Better run and take some cover!
They say fear is the mind killer
But mine is still well alive
Don’t know if I’ll come out a winner
But be sure that I will fight!
Silence is the omen
Of what is yet to come alive!
Listen close and it may show you
The sounds of marching steps to rise!
Silence is the omen
Of what is yet to come alive!
Listen close and it may show you
The sound of marching steps to rise!
Rise! Rise!
Years and years of loud oppression
Now we’ve come to shut you up!
We’re not designed for your satisfaction!
And we have learned how we can fight!
Silence is the omen
Of what is yet to come alive!
Listen close and it may show you
The sound of marching steps to rise!
Silence is the omen
Of what is yet to come alive!
Listen close and it may show you
The sounds of marching steps to rise!
And you may take me over
And bruise my body as I fall
But don’t you think that this is over!
After me many will come!
Now!!!
Silence is the omen
Of what is yet to come alive!
Listen close and it may show you
The sound of marching steps to rise!
Silence is the omen
Of what is yet to come alive!
Listen close and it may show you
The sounds of marching steps to rise!
Silence is the omen
Of what is yet to come alive!
Listen close and it may show you
The sounds of marching steps to rise!
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