Pestilence, War, Famine, Death Songtext
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So let it fall
The ideals, we so cherished
These false gods, hope is a man-made illusion
The perplexity, of weakness
Gather to the fallen
The fallout we created
So let it fall
The images, we held to
The ideals, we so cherished
These false gods, hope is a man-made illusion
The perplexity, of weakness
Gather to the fallen
The fallout we created
So let it fall
The images, we held to
These fields of torn bodies
The scorched and pock-marked earth
The stupidity of glory
Gather to the fields of long forgotten graves
We turn back
Only to
See the sky raining fire
Stand knee-deep
In the blood
The levels rising higher
My sweet Pandora, what have you done?
We abide the conflagration
And watch this world, fucking burn
The seeds of my hate, have taken root
In every breathe of life
So let it fall Let it fall
So fucking let it fall, into the pits of hell
The scorched and pock-marked earth
The stupidity of glory
Gather to the fields of long forgotten graves
We turn back
Only to
See the sky raining fire
Stand knee-deep
In the blood
The levels rising higher
My sweet Pandora, what have you done?
We abide the conflagration
And watch this world, fucking burn
The seeds of my hate, have taken root
In every breathe of life
So let it fall Let it fall
So fucking let it fall, into the pits of hell
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