our life We're under fire Never the chance and the time to clear it up We're under fire Always abandoned and they will never stop We're under fire Under
re under fire never the chance and time to clear it up we're under fire always abandoned and they will never stop we're under fire under the eyes of the
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) It's like it never happened. (It's like it never happened) Cause it's a new day. (Cause it's a new day) It's a brand new day. (It's a brand new day)
the gates of Heaven open up And Hell's closin' in It's repentance day Repent for your sins When the gates of Heaven open up And Hell's closin' in The
heaven waits So pay your soul tax when you reach the gates Livestock bred to feed the cannon Hands grown hard with honest toil Fuel the fires of mass
to Heaven's gates Hope it be them open gates Flow so appropriate Don't associate me wit' the bullshit One wish, I wish a mothafucka would trip Like a engine I come from under
X] It's a done deal, do it 'til it's done 'Cause the movement don't stop 'til the rising sun It's a done deal, let's have a little fun 'Cause the movement
Where to bathe in blasphemy Gaining the entrance To the seven gates of hell A paradise in flames The bleeding of heaven Visions of ruling demons Upon
darkened skies, the battle will call Destiny is just calling, we?ll be out of the storm And the world falls under the starlight Shining from heavens
our souls against The sky WAR! War - Rise Bring - Death Come - Revolution Rising - My soul from below Under a flag of blood and night Crashing - Against the pearly gates
city of good is under siege Black Moses is my name And these are the visions From Egypt's guardian seraph... The heaven is on fire and Salomon's magic
Like a fly to a spider You're under the spell It's the game and the liar For those who toll the bell You're more than just a name You fight for the right
just hold your tongue If you'd just walk away You'd live to see the sun but Under this killing moon Under this burning sky The fire's shining groom I
by my wits This morning's paper called for romance on a whim I reckon I'd believe em' if they told me sink or swim I'm under water not on fire but I'
