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Helhorse
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Death Comes to the Sleeping
Death comes to the sleeping
They build a fortress, to rule us all an iron hand to cut us down. Rage and rumble with crushing force we are all free under the gun
It might be moral power and they might be the chosen ones
Bullets speak louder and dictate the way their will to rule leads us astray 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Death comes to the sleeping while kept encaged we're all just blood soiled slaves
It might be moral power and they might be the chosen ones And all our dreams are despondent. Raise your hand, they'll cut it off
Rise Moral Power
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