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Called To Arms piosenki

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A Hedonist At Heart

This is all of me Who I was made to be This is all of me If to be is to compete This obvious truth, very obvious truth Then love's a contradiction (x2) Get away from the shore Where pleasure is had/x2 All of creation is good How it's meant to be?...

Ashamed, Awake

My soul has slipped through your fingers Suddenly my eyes are cleared The part you had, you have it no longer My scab has come undone Emerging from this dirty shell You die, and die, and die, you're beyond death Trapped in a nightmare but then I woke A...

Dismembered And Devoured

Dying for a lifetime I died a little each day Until my soul slipped Past the kingdom of noise My soul slipped Past the kingdom of noise Now I hear a new song My salvation is my tempter's damnation My freedom - his prison Torn limb from limb (x2) Th...

Let Sleeping Worms Lie

Six short weeks have come to pass Since the patient landed on the sun Now things have changed Life is giving away to good times These are the good times A triviality tells me something's not right He keeps his righteous shell To keep from hell {Inside...

Our Realism, Our Rejection

Thoughts of war temper our ambitions And bring us back to reality Let the carcass stand as a joyful reminder Our hope was a phase With hope's remains plastered on the wall We worship the fall, oh, how we worship the fall Eden was only a dream We worshi...

Patient's Prognosis

War wages on behind closed doors It's in a book, on the bus, or in the midday paper This is where we find the patient On his way in search of salvation But his search is lost in the headlines With hell at his feet Heaven dies to save him Hell at his f...

Pleasure In The Trough

I was lured by a faint, glimmer of grace Brought to my feet, now I'm struggling to stand Drab cold and empty, this cannot simply Be the end of everything I hold in my hand I'm left to fend for myself In the bottom of this trough I'm left to fend for myse...

Safest Road To Hell

We're all slaves Occupied with busy lives Slaves To the pressure of the ordinary With our hands held high we can touch the sky (x2) But our lifeblood is leaking We make dates with devils That we don't even know On the safest road to hell SILENT DEC...

Vintage Pharisee

Your veins boil with the wine of hell You are the toast at the demon feast You hide with your robes and your rules Your relics and rosaries You've fed off of innocence for far too long Now you are the harvest (x2) BEGIN THE REAPING Now you are the harv...