History counts its dead in round numbers, euphemisms and statistics...
One thousand and one remains one thousand as though the one never existed.
Faith comes down hard for the wounded.
Faith comes down hard for the diseased.
A future like a guillotine for a dark world on its knees.
It's the burden of this generation, the rational of escalation,
Masters of obliteration... No mercy, no consolation.
Faith comes down hard for the wounded.
Faith comes down hard for the diseased.
A future like a guillotine for a dark world on its knees.
It's the legacy of every nation genocide and desperation
Victims of obliteration... No mercy, no consolation
Faith comes down hard for the wounded.
Faith comes down hard for the diseased.
A future like a guillotine for a dark world on its knees.
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