enemies (Given to me) Leaving a trail to where you stood And when it's quiet, when you can hear I bet you to take me away from here (I wait for a sign
of nothing left, dead fragments of youth You hold it in yourself, I feel it too I mourn your blindness I die along And swallow darkness In misery is
your dissent Somehow feel as though you could Somehow in all your petty suffering Burn this down Rejection of weak trends and fake hate This is what
? (Thoughts like shadows, swelling through my mind) What have I become? Something else inside Is driving nails into my soul Angels from my door Driving nails into my soul Something else inside Is
into the light, let fate devour whole This is your fault, you fool of faith untrue That we should face the grave with such a blackened view This pain is
you in Seemingly endless, beckoning debt, beckoning debt Vacant and nameless, where is the end? Aching just to endure again sweet loss, sweet loss Abide again to feel, this is
Born from the fire clean, crawling through the dirt like war 5 years, my mother gave a voice for war 10, I was dead, born again with eyes for war By 15
the tomb where you lay is the bed that you made Be still in the pain that you wrote See now, every sear is a choice you make Every choice is a vow you
t bow to government Won't trust in a failed system of self-fulfilling lust Won't love a world where my God is mocked I defy Oh, a kiss on the serpent
And this is the line, this is the line All that they build we will break This is the line (This is the line) This is a battle, we are the blade And this
This is the age of the dead The generation of pagan and self-led You can feel the bones shatter beneath our feet The blood of lust staining our teeth
bow to government. Won't trust in a failed system of self-fulfilling lust. Won't love a world where my God is mocked. I defy. Oh, a kiss on the serpent
Traducción: Demon Hunter. O mundo é um espinho.
into the light Let fate devour whole This is your fault You fool of faith untrue That we should face the grave with such a blackened view. Oh, (this pain is
of air You wanted the world We'll bury you there This is a battle We are the blade And this is the line, this is the line All that they build we will
: Born from the fire clean, crawling in the dirt like war 5 years, my mother gave a voice for war. 10, I was dead, born again with eyes for war By 15
cold would tear your life apart, I was the warmth that you had felt What have I become? Thoughts like shadows swelling through my mind. What have I become? Something else inside... Is
fear of nothing left Dead fragments of youth You hold it in yourself I feel it too I mourn your blindness I die along And swallow darkness In misery is