Look death in the eyes
Cry your tears of blood
One thing is for sure
We're all gonna rot
Surrounded by dirt
Left by your own
Never more shall you see
The break of dawn
Hell is breaking loose
And so is my wrath
Sitting in silence
Planning your death
So gather your hopes
And get rid of your debt
Prepare yourself
Salvation awaits
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
Look death in the eyes
Cry your tears of blood
One thing is for sure
We're all gonna rot
Surrounded by dirt
Left by your own
Never more shall you see
The break of dawn
Hell is breaking loose
And so is my wrath
Sitting in silence
Planning your death
So gather your hopes
And get rid of your debt
Prepare yourself
Salvation awaits
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