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The Man
03:53
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Mislead, corrupted by the hand. Dying fingers trying to grasp. Maybe when they see the bodies lying in the street. We're too far gone for saviors. False prophets trying to claim the seat. Invading our peace, our sanity. Wasting time turning friends into enemies. You cowards, you parasitic fleas. Try to break us just to end up on your knees. Maybe when they see the bodies lying in the street. We're too far gone for saviors. False prophets trying to claim the seat.
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Cadia Stands
03:59
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If we don't stop them here, it will be the end of us. I saw the vanguard fall, stone turned to dust. The men fly, falter, die, to the sound of demon laughter. Shallow graves lost to time. The next attack might be the end of us. The gates are failing, I don't know how long I've got. Is there no one left to turn the tide? If this is our end, to glory, fight. What have we done to bring this curse to life? The next attack might be the end of us. The gates are failing, I don't know how long I've got. Is there no one left to turn the tide? If this is our end, to glory, fight.
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Old Smokie
03:57
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Went to the crossroads to sell my soul. Wasted a fortune mining fool's gold. It's hard to tell when you're out of luck. Contract signed, a deal struck. Paralyzed by the weight of guilt. Terrified to spin the wheel. Witnessing my demise. Contemplate how to hide. And in the end my spirit's done. Fade away like the setting sun. When the time comes, pay my respects. As the devil comes to collect. Paralyzed by the weight of guilt. Terrified to spin the wheel. Witnessing my demise. Contemplate how to hide.
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Trantor
03:36
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Imprisoned by roots of steel. Lying dormant, the humans falter still. Biding my time. The words are spoken. Herald my rise. The chains broken. Arise, unlikely hero. To stand against an ancient evil. The tree of souls, ever growing. The enemy's resolve, never showing. Trantor. Trantor. The innocent haven't been taken. Their consciousness forsaken. Confined to a wooden shell. To see the light again, only time will tell. Arise, unlikely hero. To stand against an ancient evil. The tree of souls, ever growing. The enemy resolve, never showing. Trantor. Trantor.
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Hive Mind
03:36
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In the end I see your veins turn black. Watching as the iron lungs collapse. Begging to end the pain. Surrender to agony. The ships are descending. Annihilation impending. Save the city at all costs. If we fail, the planet's lost. In the end I see your veins turn black. Watching as the iron lungs collapse. Begging to end the pain. Surrender to agony. Floating in the pit are the screws and rods. Pieces of those, that could not dissolve. Biomass collected. Used to forge the end of humanity. In the end I see your veins turn black. Watching as the iron lungs collapse. Begging to end the pain. Surrender to agony.
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Mars
04:06
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The blood sea rises from beneath. Something stirring in the deep. The smell of iron fills the hull. Add another one to the death toll. Isolation corrupts what sense he has. Atmospheric pressure causing collapse. Vital systems read like foreign tomes. Distorted by nothing buy error codes.
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Bog Guthrie, Oklahoma
Bog is a metal band based out of Guthrie, Oklahoma. "It's heavy, with notes of doom."
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