Prophecy of War Songtext
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Prophecy of War Songtext
Woken up to the roll of the dice
Welcomed to the circle of lies
A power quest in the name of peace
Slaves to be unleashed
Raped my humanity I stand in the grave of what′s to come
Lost the sanity of reason a madman I've become
Armor of my innocence is gone I am a mere pawn
A slave to their prophecy
Mechanized and fuelled to kill with the bullet that I now swear by
As they play the role of god
Carry on their prophecy
Walking through the pool of blood I stand in the grave of what′s to come
I wait for the bullet that has my name written
All my hope is gone as bathed in blood I strike
Penetrated by the steel I look towards the sky
To see my life unfold
In the red of my eyes
To live the truth foretold
Disguised, the bitter lies
To take my last breath
A sacrifice
To die a martyr's death
That shall be glorified
Armor of my innocence was torn apart by hungry claws
Enslaved I was to the prophets of this power-thirsty war
Mechanized and fuelled to kill
With the bullet that I swore by
As they played the role of god
Carried on their prophecy
Walking through the pool of blood I stand in the grave of what's to come
I wait for the bullet that has my name written
Welcomed to the circle of lies
A power quest in the name of peace
Slaves to be unleashed
Raped my humanity I stand in the grave of what′s to come
Lost the sanity of reason a madman I've become
Armor of my innocence is gone I am a mere pawn
A slave to their prophecy
Mechanized and fuelled to kill with the bullet that I now swear by
As they play the role of god
Carry on their prophecy
Walking through the pool of blood I stand in the grave of what′s to come
I wait for the bullet that has my name written
All my hope is gone as bathed in blood I strike
Penetrated by the steel I look towards the sky
To see my life unfold
In the red of my eyes
To live the truth foretold
Disguised, the bitter lies
To take my last breath
A sacrifice
To die a martyr's death
That shall be glorified
Armor of my innocence was torn apart by hungry claws
Enslaved I was to the prophets of this power-thirsty war
Mechanized and fuelled to kill
With the bullet that I swore by
As they played the role of god
Carried on their prophecy
Walking through the pool of blood I stand in the grave of what's to come
I wait for the bullet that has my name written
Writer(s): Kshitish Purohit Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com