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Sinners Will Fall
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There's death around your neck.
Seeping into these sheets.
Crawling up and down your spine.
The signal of deceased, and we're all dead.
This serpent calls out names.
Written on a bloody sheet.
You're all sinners, you're all just sinners to me.
I'll cleanse this home.
Catalytic, a demon ripping seams.
I'll take my time with this one.
Willing me.
Don't spare the son.
Apathetic, you'll never see the means.
I took the life of this one.
Spilling me.
I'm afraid I've won.
Eight heads will roll.
Let's take the weight from your shoulders, begging no, no please.
It's just like slaughtering animals, it's easy, you hit 'em in the head.
I have no forgiveness.
Save the little ones for last.
A broken angel.
We all fall down.
Catalytic, a demon ripping seams.
I'll take my time with this one.
Willing me.
Don't spare the son.
Apathetic, you'll never see the means.
I took the life of this one.
Spilling me.
I'm afraid I've won.
You're Satan's gun.
Come with me, and I will show you.
Just how cold of a killer I can be.
Without a cry.
No scream for mercy.
I will show you the killer in me.
You'd see me if I meant something to you.
I'm the devil in disguise.
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Look at the sky.
Empyrean blaze, ignite the day.
Take our hands, and guide us home.
So beautiful, sapphire tears.
Austere expressions.
Weeping words, never spoken.
Haven holds the answers.
Blood red skyline.
Sacrifice.
The sound of war.
What he tears down, cannot be rebuilt.
The imprisoned, cannot be released.
Smoke and mirrors, hidden behind a counterfeit face, disguise yourself.
His gun knows no lies.
The fabricator tears at me in his anger, and gnashes his teeth at me.
On me my opponent fastens his piercing eyes.
Today my opponent is me.
The sky falls ever closer.
Look at the sky.
It breaks me down on every side till I am gone.
Look at the sky.
He uproots my hope like a tree.
Stumble away ebony.
These weak knees, grow strong.
The sound of war is near, so beautiful.
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Searing through the looking glass.
Into oneself we go.
The ties are broken.
The ship is sinking.
Our walls are falling.
Our walls are falling down.
The future is calling to the past, don't forget us.
We'll see tonight who the angels love best, who they love the most.
This problem isn't small enough to stop.
We're walking in a field of mines, the river seems so deep.
You can pull yourself up out of this.
The bow is breaking.
Your heartbeat is slowing now, don't give up.
The ship is sinking, but you can't give up.
Dear captain, the ship is sinking.
I fear the worst.
Dear captain, the bow is headed for the rocks, and the waves are growing higher yet.
I fear the worst.
Dear captain, the surface is so far away, and my limbs are failing me.
I fear the worst. (The dream is over)
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Ashes of the Armada Wichita, Kansas
A bunch of guys making crazy tunes. Our live show is a reflection of the insanity in our heads. Our albums are a mirror to the stories escaping our overactive imaginations.
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HOSMER 'II' (TAHRC-047)
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Chaotic, brutal, and to the point.
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One amazing trip through the realm of dreams, courtesy of our blood brothers.
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