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Artist: This Is Sparta
Canonical path: /this-is-sparta/from-the-frontline
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From The Frontline
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Curated by Ethan Walker
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From The Frontline
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Looking from their tower
They laugh
Of our world
Stealing souls, grinding your bones
They teach you to obey
They are named poor
Hunted by those who feel stronger and feel good
Looking for blood
They hunt the few who are still reaching food
One by one
They’re forced to flee for a chance to survive
This is the price they paid
To stay alive
It’s not time for sorrows (but)
Time when hate comes back again
Because of pain
And a common day
A random succeeded to run away
Fleeing from this thing called judgment day
To pray for them and swear
To come back soon and liberate
All the slaves who are full of hate
A new era is beginning
Built by these poor masses
Human nature will lead us again
When it’s not enough
When it’s not enough
To fight so hard to change society
Realize human is empty
By these hands, these bones and these brains
They will build their own
They will build their own
Kingdom
From now on your life’s ours
And I just wanna say
Let’em burn
Let’em fucking burn
This is the way I live
This is the way I breathe
I’m rising for feeling free
This is the way we live
This is the way we breathe
This is how we are changing past
First: Put them in line
Extract their eyes to hear their screams until they slowly die
For the second part
You’ve always the choice
To bury their cold flesh
Or let their corpse rotting the ground
Everybody’s able
To use a chainsaw
You should learn this fable
If you care of natural law
You should look at these poor bastards
When they’re hit again and again
By a crowd which roars its hunger
The judge condemned you to suffer
This time you’ll collapse
Think about these sins you’ve done
Cause now you are alone
And you’ll suffer on your own
So poor
They’ll remember their names
So poor
When they’ll burn in hell’s flames
Follow
The white light when you close your eyes
And feel your life ripped by a knife
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