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The obvious aftermath of a bloodshed
Is preparing the soil for the vengeance seed
Night wolves
The hunt can now begin

Crawling in the darkness
Hiding from the light
Mixing up with the hated scum
Subvert to serve

Waiting for the day of
Liberation on my knees
Anarchy or tyranny
A middle way would mean we're all insane

Day by day, through the eyes of the dead
All mankind's falling
High above, our law and treason
Sense of guilt's forbidden

Far from here ain't no better place
A pack of jackals is after its dying pray
As soon as skinned, torn and devoured
Turns into a deadly warning for others

It is pandemic
The lepers now take over
The culmination of a paradox in which
Slaves hide their key

Day by day, through the eyes of the dead
All mankind's falling
High above, our law and treason
Sense of guilt's forbidden

Through!
The!
Eyes!
of the dead!

(solo)

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