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The smell of death surrounds you, the blood is spread below.

There are many but you are one as your heart it grows so cold.

You rise to make the advance into the mouth of pain.

Your strings trail out behind you, you’re cut off from the vein.

In the eve of darkness, our broken souls will rise.

They’ll empower you, make you realize.

In the eve of darkness, united souls inside.

You are the chosen one, you are the soldier unbound.

One foot out of the trench, you leave yourself behind.

What you once knew is lost, spinning in endless time.

Never did you really live, how can you feel alive?

Bred from birth to employ death, while you still live the lie.

Chorus

Solo - Nate

Solo - Pat

Both feet out of the trench, run forward at full speed.

The trigger’s fully engaged, spinning bullets seek their feed.

Many die before you fall, on the ground you still can see.

The trigger’s fully engaged, as your soul it is set free.

Chorus

(Boileau / LeGault-Roth)