Texty

Say goodbye to your home before it's gone Ain't no way y'all survivin' this one Here it comes, here it comes, the mistakes of history Well, all for the sake of a foreign glory It's the season for treason and revolution We left the devil in our wake, wake After there's nothing left to take, take We left the devil in our wake Now that the boots are gone your war has just begun What flag do you raise under this sun Gather what's left of your friends and family And try to find some shade beneath these burning trees It's the season for treason and revolution We left the devil in our wake, wake After there's nothing left to take, take This devastation is from crushing under Unholy thunder is your fate, fate We left the devil in our wake From left to right none speak truth There's a blood red hand and it's choking you Sin is born on the face of men By endless black deeds We left the devil in our wake, wake After there's nothing left to take, take This devastation is from crushing under Unholy thunder is your fate, fate We left the devil in our wake
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