The Troops of Doom - Whispering Dead Words
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Inspired by hate
Existence fades away
Burn those bastards
To Infernal flames

I live a life of disgrace
Destiny made me bleed
I call his name in vain

Cutting your flesh
Burning your soul
Body turns to ashes
Blood runs cold

The voice that commands you
Always tells you to come back
Returning without light
A cold, narrow and sad path

Kill, pain, in front of your eyes
Try to escape, there is no way out

The voice that commands you
Always tells you to come back
Returning without light
A cold, narrow and sad path

The scream of agony at the tip of the knife
The hands that claim will not be seen
The rite of passage ceases this life
Annihilating the perpetual dream