Gods! What is here? I can't find a place for me to be
My Soul, can't be free. Another day in the way of society
Nobody will touch my hand as a friend
My mask is a shield against your lens
And now, I'll hold to a harder truth, so I'll keep myself
So far from you
I'll keep myself so far from you
I'll keep my way to find the truth
Woah! Is there left a soul?
Why do I feel myself to burn so slow?
Leave hope, who enters now
My only promise is that hell awaits ourselves
Burn! My demons have come
And we'll disintegrate the angels
Who control the throne
My fear and rage, they are gifts I just can't give up
The tifonic promise I've been told
I'll fight to eliminate this grace
I swear to burn so high into these flames
This fight, not just mine
The Sun erase the veil of night
Woah! Is there left a soul?
Why do I feel myself to burn so slow?
Leave hope, who enters now
Not lost 'cause we found Hell
Nothing else above
Remember you're some of who came undone
Now we get up from the ground
I promise you: Hell awaits ourselves
Hell awaits ourselves
Hell awaits ourselves
Hell awaits ourselves
Hell awaits ourselves
Woah! Is there left a soul?
Why do I feel myself to burn so slow?
Leave hope, who enters now
Not lost 'cause we found Hell
Nothing else above
Remember you're some of who came undone
Now we get up from the ground
Hell awaits ourselves
Hell awaits ourselves
Hell awaits ourselves
Hell awaits ourselves
Hell awaits ourselves
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