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Sangtekst: Ad Arma. One Final War. Deathrow.


The blood flows
from the wounds within our souls
the blood flows from our inner wounds
from our lack to care

we?ve wasted all our fucking chances
now we?re all going down
we?re all on deathrow waiting
we?re all waiting

on deathrow
we did this to ourselves
we burn the earth on which we live
as the planet dies there is nothing more to give

the world burns
from the flames of our neglect
and the flames have burnt our fucking eyes
we don?t see our death, we are buried in lies