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[Ross Friedman - Patrick Fuchs] Here I stand Like dust in (the) fullmoon No time to hesitate No place to keep the lies Make my way Into the screams, a cleansing fire Is burning a hole in my back I feel alive We Will Kill -- the day has finally come We Will Kill -- we turn the power on We Will Kill -- come what may, as it will, now we will From Letras Mania