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Harsh wind and bitter cold.
Earth frozen hard as stone.
No hope for refuge in this blight,
exposed to bulletstorm.
Red stains, embellished markings,
the artist's brush; a trigger pull.
Crosshairs like wings of death,
angels of darkness claim many souls.
Mines send men home.
Wires cut to bone.
Lead rains down death.
Blood in each step.
Lives lost,
Consumed by darkness.
In arms,
They made their sacrifice.
Weâll fight,
For those forgotten.
I am the curse, I am the cure, I am the sacrificer
Weâve stormed the hill,
flags in the dirt.
Through heavy loss,
now mount the turret.
The walls loom high above us now,
ârally the recon, commence the scoutâ
âHeads to the dirt, keep wary eye,
Snipers above, as vultures flyâ
Lives lost,
Consumed by darkness.
In arms,
They made their sacrifice.
Weâll fight,
For those forgotten.
I am the curse, I am the cure, I am the sacrificer
- Album:
- The Sentinel