Nasum - Stormshield lyrics
[Nasum - Stormshield lyrics]
His life to making money
By lying with every breath
That he could muster
Standing so close to the edge
Pumping more until they burst
The only thing not being done
Is getting these bridges burned
Still sowing seeds of hate
Growing nicely in the weak
While preparing for the terror
That is yet to be unleashed
Your gums oiled and greased
And your biggest smile in place
Your role is that one of a priest
To convert them all with haste
Still sowing seeds of hate
Growing nicely in the weak
While preparing for the terror
That is yet to be unleashed
Another lie to calm things down
Storming the winds of hate
Hating all that you create
Storming the winds of hate
Hating all that you create
Storming winds of hate
Hating all that you create
Storming winds of hate
Hating all that you create
Storming winds of hate
Hating all that you create
Storming winds of hate
Hating all that you create
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