Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place so near to her Cannot find the comfort in this world Artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up volunteers Vulnerable wisdom can't adhere... A truant finds home...and I wish to hold on... But there's a

All I ever wanted All I ever needed Is here in my arms Words are very unnecessary They can only do harm Words like violence Break the silence Come crashing in Into my little world

Lords of destruction Walk in my world of war and mass confusion Peace is a word that no one cares of knowing Death is the drug of choice amongst the masses Engines of hell forever burning faster The shotgun of life, the spread of all the ashes The wheels

I’m coming out of the dark clouds The word is as the world is Supposedly it was a wise wise man Who said it’s better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all, never to have loved. How many times does the truth that you take to be true Is

Two-thousand and seventeen master! Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesied The mission To carry out the word of the shepherd into this cold world That just keeps folding I don't know, Who is the group

Yours is an empty hope I can let you have the world, all for you Hack me into bits and join the sea And screaming a bird of vanity Chime in the words and you will know Your time will only matter on the last bridge You have the world it's all for you Our

I wanna watch the whole world burn down, burn down I wanna watch the whole world These words they fall off my tongue like a poison I hope they kill you all I hope I never see your faces again I see your faces again I wanna watch the world burn

Three hammers high, Force and the fire Three hammers high For the world re-unites Fight for our lives! As we hold up the three hammers high in the burning red sky Protectors of Mankind Raise your swords, sound the final war cry

Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place so near to her Cannot find the comfort in this world Artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up volunteers Vulnerable wisdom can't adhere... A truant finds home...and I wish to hold on... But there's a

Inside this dying world We would see hope in our last day For there is still, for there is still beauty But is regret only a word that the living possess? I can only imagine that wrath is being held out So there will be time for us to be redeemed But