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Have guilty conscience

When my time stand still

No more aggressions

I can't stand feel fear

Death of goodness

Wrath's the plague

Fed up with all men

Madness

Our ill

Life's masquerade

Death's the last dance

Show all your disdain

For the people who died

Dread to your victims

'Cause your light burns fast

Hell have no mercy

Not for you

Said born defeated

They deem

Time shall say

Life's time to play

Death's the game's end

Sacrifice

Your life is in their hands

Time to pay

The rules that you derode

Touch and go

There's nothing you can do

Is the end

Of one priceless man

Nite cries the horror

While most sleeps some dies

Ill grief and rancor

See the victims eyes

Death of goodness

Wrath's the plague

Fed up with all men

Murder

Sign of the age

Life's masquerade

Death's the last dance