Open our eyes, revitalize, look at the source of deceit
Tempting our fate, spreading the hate, in darkness we wait
Hear or we fall, answer the call before it’s too late
The roar of the sea I can’t believe the time of the end has begun
Mountains will shake, the earth will quake wielding the force of the sun
Rolling the dice, paying the price, our judgment awaits.
Fly. From the sunrise in hell
When our skin turn to dust
In the blaze of the inferno we all stand as one
On the edge of the world, in the wake of the storm
When the time of our end has begun
Sum of all fears echo the years spent on the course of defeat
Biding our time, on the decline lead by the source of conceit
Were running away into the fray from the price we must pay
Blinding the light, thunder will strike, fire’s arise from the core
Tremble with fear, the end is near our fate we cannot ignore
Rolling the dice paying the price our judgment awaits
Fly. From the sunrise in hell
When our skin turn to dust
In the blaze of the inferno we all stand as one
On the edge of the world, in the wake of the storm
When the time of our end has begun
As we failed to see how it all came to be
Our reign would come to an end
None will live to tell of the sunrise in hell
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