Glory
Corpse of his dreams bound to the almost
Breathless body
Torment to witness
Hollow and weakness
Followed by qualm and thrill
How could I be foolished
A puppet in their hands
Caged by lies of protagonist to pretend
Peace I've been building now pushes me bent
The pain of guilt awaits to be paid
There's no salvation
Once cornered lamb - a soldier betrayed
Draws end to all of your passions
The pain of guilt awaits to be paid
There's no salvation
Once cornered lamb - a soldier betrayed
Draws end to all of your passions
Tell me
How many hands are left
To be painted with blood
In the name of your glory
Tell me
How many hands are left
To be painted with blood
In the name of your glory
As it was told they might have their guns,
But we have ones to live and to die for
Being a hero doesn't mean to be loudly announced
Doesn't mean to be one to adore
So we fought our way to freedom
Not expecting you'll not need us
Prosperous hypocrite leaders
Our rage bring your exodus
Fuck your laws and fuck your words
Fuck your tenants of the globe
Fuck em all stoneheart cowards
Hiding after strangers' backs
Tell me
How many hands are left
To be painted with blood
In the name of your glory
Tell me
How many hands are left
To be painted with blood
In the name of your glory
In the name of
In the name of
In the name of
In the name of your glory
Obliteration
Is what you get
Obliteration
Is what you get
The beast gets twice deadly
When locked in the corner
Breathless body
Torment to witness
Hollow and weakness
Followed by qualm and thrill
How could I be foolished
A puppet in their hands
Caged by lies of protagonist to pretend
Peace I've been building now pushes me bent
The pain of guilt awaits to be paid
There's no salvation
Once cornered lamb - a soldier betrayed
Draws end to all of your passions
The pain of guilt awaits to be paid
There's no salvation
Once cornered lamb - a soldier betrayed
Draws end to all of your passions
Tell me
How many hands are left
To be painted with blood
In the name of your glory
Tell me
How many hands are left
To be painted with blood
In the name of your glory
As it was told they might have their guns,
But we have ones to live and to die for
Being a hero doesn't mean to be loudly announced
Doesn't mean to be one to adore
So we fought our way to freedom
Not expecting you'll not need us
Prosperous hypocrite leaders
Our rage bring your exodus
Fuck your laws and fuck your words
Fuck your tenants of the globe
Fuck em all stoneheart cowards
Hiding after strangers' backs
Tell me
How many hands are left
To be painted with blood
In the name of your glory
Tell me
How many hands are left
To be painted with blood
In the name of your glory
In the name of
In the name of
In the name of
In the name of your glory
Obliteration
Is what you get
Obliteration
Is what you get
The beast gets twice deadly
When locked in the corner
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Writer(s): Florid Zaripov
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