The weak, the diseased live in infamy.
No surrender, no end to foresee.
Into the night, in our quest to destroy their lies,
We remain alone in our fight.
In the face of the final life lies a final war.
My whole existance basedon the pain that we saw.
In the dirt with tattered wings,
I feel the heavens descend to me.
In the face of the final life here lies the final war.
Look back at the pain we saw.
With tattered wings where I lay,
We'll crush all in our way.
There's no end to foresee.
They'll fall to their knees.
The weak, the diseased live in infamy.
No surrender, no end to foresee.
Into the night, in our quest to destroy their lies,
We remain alone in our fight.

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