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Sentinel
05:49
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Really shows what we know
We bend down to hear
The calling for the rat
The sound is ever so clear
Running into the pack
Ready to dance, ready to fail
Ready to never go back
Really shows what we know
In the best of times
Your pride is beginning to show
Those victimless crimes
Those lines we never told
We tried some time ago
We never got away
The calling was a trap
Slaves everyday
Slaves under attack
All night we hear
The calling of the rat
The fable of the bees
The calling of the rat
Sons of the rain
It’s not what you know
It sounds crystal clear
Low vibrations
Rippling away
All night we hear the calling
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2. |
Of Cinders
03:01
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When you get to be the best bet
But you lie just to take what’s mine
With fear on your mind
Lie again just to put me down
I have a mind just to let you die
Just run at the very last line
And forget these times
When you pour all the sand
Through your fingers and on the floor
Each grain is a pain
You leave me stranded behind the door
When you bring on the fire
But our house is made of wood
It probably won't be good
Living in the ashes
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Cardinal
04:26
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Burning bodies inside
Hanged down from the golden gallows
Blowing on the last light
Too scared to hunker down
Crawling at midnight
Probably never coming down
Screaming on the inside
You live in the shadows and then you die
You hunt me down
I seek you hide
Just let me die
Through the window rolling down
Burning bodies inside
No more than a crimson bottle
Spilling over the ground
Red tears flowing down
We used to be a good wine
We used to be pretty fucking cool
Just like we said
We stand watching on as the world just goes by
Heed the fall
Nothing more than running away
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Prowler
03:05
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Dead mold Head stone
Go hard
Steal some and then more
Prowl the ground of Rome
Believe what you know
Past love, it’s not who you are
Now then and again
And against all odds
You fight for all who fall and all who can’t prowl
The ground of Rome
Believe what you know
Past love, it’s not who we were
Dead goals
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Rogue
04:05
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You breathe life, into the body of the innocent
Mindless beasts, bring the feast
Feel the knife
In the hand of the child
He’s ready to go again
To feel the pain
It’s a mere defeat
Brought right at your feet
like a queen of shame
A miserable reign
Bring me the moon
I’m just a coward afraid of the light
I’ll soon embrace the doom
Just a mild breeze, sharp cut to the heel
I’ve seen the blood flow from the wound
Feel the light leaving me to spread the curse of man into the wild
King loves his affairs brought up to the throne
Right up to the hills right up to the sky
Closer to the sun, closer to the night
Bring down the sun
I’m just a man in need of a star
I’m far from all the common melodies
You hear when the nobles are close to the heart
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Sacrilege
05:33
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Rough sun burning away
Last breath of a dying star
Bring the void, share the emptiness
Standing on the edge of the world
In the dark we all look the same
Warm breath breaking the ice
A cold punch breaking the silence
Weak faith, falling apart
You look around and you see the world
Bleak place, remember your life
We tie a string around and we pray for the stars
Ripe to fall down
You’ll be the reason they’d fall
Each god instilled into your mind
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7. |
Sentinel (Live Version)
05:46
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