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Divine to us all Seeking knowledge of goodness and grief Don't call for it all Breathing the air of your sin and regret Your'e hands are filthy Woah! And my body is numb Your'e fading slowly Fading away from us You're comin with me We go by the book Treading blood from the hook of a failure The eye of the hawk prevails the strength of awareness May you be so aware of what lies ahead of you Home, Home! Your'e comin home like a martyr you swear its for Him creations comin to make you love Him So hold your ground, and wear your crown like a martyr you swear you love Him creations comin to make you love Him constant quarelling Letras de cancionesSteady your grip to the throne of the Lord Your tainted hearts made of bloodlust and power Are only thoughts are the ones that are broad patterns of death will portray what becomes of them! What becomes of them Take rotten lines, retrace the animal Hunt em down, let em bleed From Letras Mania