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ShroudDeath on my back and the machines on their sideI 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 |