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Shroud

Prospekt
Death on my back and the machines on their side
I must run forever
Arise my saviours; broken, burned and scared
You can’t force the end with those hands

Bleed across these wastelands
For the once-torn wretched lords
Your life’s now ours
Human race and time is set to standing still

Maker’s creation – On we stand
This countless era has taken over, control the never…

As he lay there bleeding with the wounds and cuts still fresh
I call upon your lords
Life in your hands; pressured, cursed, tortured
There is nothing that they won’t spend

Bleed across these wastelands
For the once-torn wretched lords
Your life’s now ours
Human race and time is set to standing still

Maker’s creation – On we stand
This countless era has taken over, control the never…
Never surrender
I ran to the end
To the dreams inside my head

Lies, misfortune and cries
Your life is worth much more than mine to us all in the end
Your life, your worthless life
Silent memories can’t resurrect you from my curse

Maker’s creation – On we stand
This countless era has taken over, control the never…
Never surrender
I ran to the end
To the dreams inside my head