Dead Parade
What you see, what you feel, what you need
Put them down
The slaughtered dragged to the ground
What you fear, what you feel as you bleed
Mass destruction all around
In this masquerade
Born of the utmost pain
All that drowns beneath
Spawn of the undead breathe
Born into malcontent, buried without lament
Under their power we'll flee, withering demons breed
Blasphemous god
Invaders, degrade us
Into the arms of the dead
Malevolent riddled with disease
Frail destroyed insides
Dominance ripping through the streets
Pale their voidless eyes
And what we're fighting for
The slaves of dawn they rise
And what we're fighting for
We fail the war and die
What you see, what you feel, what you need
Put them down
The slaughtered dragged to the ground
What you fear, what you feel as you bleed
Mass destruction all around
In this masquerade
Born of the utmost pain
All that drowns beneath
Spawn of the undead breathe
Born into malcontent, buried without lament
Under their power we'll flee, withering demons breed
Blasphemous god
Your god eternal fiction
Demonic wars affliction
Defining gore addiction
Your god eternal fiction
Your god eternal fiction
Your god eternal fiction
Your god eternal fiction
And what we're fighting for
The slaves of dawn they rise
And what we're fighting for
We fail the war and die
The slaves of dawn, slaves of dawn they rise
Put them down
The slaughtered dragged to the ground
What you fear, what you feel as you bleed
Mass destruction all around
In this masquerade
Born of the utmost pain
All that drowns beneath
Spawn of the undead breathe
Born into malcontent, buried without lament
Under their power we'll flee, withering demons breed
Blasphemous god
Invaders, degrade us
Into the arms of the dead
Malevolent riddled with disease
Frail destroyed insides
Dominance ripping through the streets
Pale their voidless eyes
And what we're fighting for
The slaves of dawn they rise
And what we're fighting for
We fail the war and die
What you see, what you feel, what you need
Put them down
The slaughtered dragged to the ground
What you fear, what you feel as you bleed
Mass destruction all around
In this masquerade
Born of the utmost pain
All that drowns beneath
Spawn of the undead breathe
Born into malcontent, buried without lament
Under their power we'll flee, withering demons breed
Blasphemous god
Your god eternal fiction
Demonic wars affliction
Defining gore addiction
Your god eternal fiction
Your god eternal fiction
Your god eternal fiction
Your god eternal fiction
And what we're fighting for
The slaves of dawn they rise
And what we're fighting for
We fail the war and die
The slaves of dawn, slaves of dawn they rise
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Holmes, Anders Nystrom
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