Invictus

By Liar

On Invictus

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Storm of violence

Face the new game called fear spread my cold emoitions, like a painfull disease

The days of despair are over

Endless victory is filtered out the infections

My quest for revenge and endless battle becomes reality

Spirits of war, hear my praying and guide me in this moments of weakness

To overpower my burning thoughts

This is the final call for justice

Free the enslaved, find the way to purify your body and your mind

The straight edge as a lifeforce

Absorb the useful, reject the useless

I refuse to be passive in the wake of armageddon