5 min reading
Luck. Runs. Out.
Crawl from the wreckage one more time
Horrific memory twists the mind
Dark, rugged, cold and hard to turn
Path of destruction, feel it burn
Still life, incarnation
Still life, infamy
Hallucination
Heresy
Still you run, what's to come?
What's to be?
'Cause we hunt you down without mercy ...
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