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Towards their game

Of what can’t be claimed

Intentions so righteous

Plunderous gore

Howls of the zephyr, exhale

Cries of the mother’s betrayal

To fly like angels

And fall like rain

Weeping rapture

Purity decays

Mourning creation

No twilight can bathe

No twilight can bathe

Tyrants game

No Gods No Soul

No Chains No Masters

Dance into death with me

My angel it’s time to flee

Tyrants game

No Gods No Soul

No Chains No Masters

Dance into death with me

Angel it’s time to flee

Desolate life

Furthered by strife

Off the cliff

We will not submit

No Gods No Souls

No Chains No Masters