Letra de We Are The Wolves - The Famine
Letra de canci�n de We Are The Wolves de The Famine lyrics
We are the wolves tearing at your flesh.
We are the fangs feeding from your neck.
Exsanguinated efforts torn from the weakest veins.
A satiated hunger, bleached bone pious remains.
Black sun rising.
Give in to instinct, and beg for solace, a welcomed promise of the end.
Choke on the progress, a stillborn concept. Seek out the tendons left to rend.
Forced march eugenics and ten golden tenets once washed in the blood of the Lamb.
I am the stench of suffocating breath. I am the resting place of everlasting death.
A cross of good intentions knelt to on broken knees.
A once revered sepulcher now filled with foul disease.
Black sun rising.
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Give in to instinct, and beg for solace, a welcomed promise of the end.
Choke on the progress, a stillborn concept. Seek out the tendons left to rend.
Forced march eugenics and ten golden tenets once washed in the blood of the Lamb.
A cross of good intentions knelt to on broken knees.
A once revered sepulcher now filled with foul disease.
Black sun rising.
Give in to instinct, and beg for solace, a welcomed promise of the end.
Choke on the progress, a stillborn concept. Seek out the tendons left to rend.
Forced march eugenics and ten golden tenets once washed in the blood of the Lamb.
We are the wolves. We are the wolves. We are the wolves. We are the wolves.
We are the wolves. (We are the wolves.) We are the wolves. (We are the wolves.)
We are the wolves. (We are the wolves.) We are the wolves. (We are the wolves.)
We are the fangs feeding from your neck.
Exsanguinated efforts torn from the weakest veins.
A satiated hunger, bleached bone pious remains.
Black sun rising.
Give in to instinct, and beg for solace, a welcomed promise of the end.
Choke on the progress, a stillborn concept. Seek out the tendons left to rend.
Forced march eugenics and ten golden tenets once washed in the blood of the Lamb.
I am the stench of suffocating breath. I am the resting place of everlasting death.
A cross of good intentions knelt to on broken knees.
A once revered sepulcher now filled with foul disease.
Black sun rising.
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/we-are-the-wolves-the-famine.php
Give in to instinct, and beg for solace, a welcomed promise of the end.
Choke on the progress, a stillborn concept. Seek out the tendons left to rend.
Forced march eugenics and ten golden tenets once washed in the blood of the Lamb.
A cross of good intentions knelt to on broken knees.
A once revered sepulcher now filled with foul disease.
Black sun rising.
Give in to instinct, and beg for solace, a welcomed promise of the end.
Choke on the progress, a stillborn concept. Seek out the tendons left to rend.
Forced march eugenics and ten golden tenets once washed in the blood of the Lamb.
We are the wolves. We are the wolves. We are the wolves. We are the wolves.
We are the wolves. (We are the wolves.) We are the wolves. (We are the wolves.)
We are the wolves. (We are the wolves.) We are the wolves. (We are the wolves.)
