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I wake up upon a puddle
I still feel the knife on my back
The air has turned to deepest mist
The evil fate breaths on my face

Wrath From The Core
Lose your soul by treachery
Wrath From The Core
You're reduced to pile of bones

Bleeding wounds difficult to see
Violence traces left by cowards
Just the rage and force to reborn
My will of steel facing the storm

I warned you once
Did you understand what I said?
I think not, serious mistake
Now, see yourself. You've got paid the price
Feel the pain as burning fire

Wrath From The Core

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