It's now! Fear them! Hell hath no wrath like desperate men scorned, fear them! The power of gold has controlled weak men for centuries, Until their fists became currency. They sit on thrones of gold, While we're all fucking dying! All we want is a cure, All we want is a cure. Possession, or infection? March! Take power take truth. We'll burn, these streets to the ground, ashes and blood no answers we found. Burn, these streets to the ground, ashes and blood no answers we found. Burn, these streets. No answers we found. Civis marched with pawns in the riots, Anachy, a coup d'état. Political puppeteers open grave with monarchy as, Civis marched with pawns in the riots. Raise war. In these streets. Raise war. For a cure. Raise war. In these streets. No answers were found. Hell hath no wrath like desperate men scored, fear them. Hell have no wrath like me. Hell have no wrath like me. Hell have no wrath like me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
