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Devotion
Metal
Devotion fue publicado el 18 de mayo de 2026 por The Automatic Singer como parte del álbum Devotion - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento18 de mayo de 2026
SelloThe Automatic Singer
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM100

Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Créditos

Letras

The more we spread the more we find
Others call for peace, they are blind
Crusade eternal, we will not quit
Space is limitless, we shall master it
Keeler's words shook what Dorn put in me
I must stay on Terra, defend what shall be
Visions I saw left no room to explore
In the far future, there's only war
Nothing worthwhile is done without challenge
Faith is not comfort, it demands balance
Push the darkness with relentless motion
The sword never rests, nor does my devotion
Dorn named my faith a traitor's seed
Same arrogance that made Legions bleed
Death offered cleanly, refused without debate
Living the consequence became my fate
These chains were his, now mine to bear
Kharn burned everything we shared
What remains is not the man I knew
The oath requires me to follow through
Nothing worthwhile is done without challenge
Faith is not comfort, it demands balance
Push the darkness with relentless motion
The sword never rests, nor does my devotion
We began in ignorance, we did not understand
Against weapons we never dreamt, none planned
We were unready, we were vulnerable, we were weak
But our enemies gave us what we had to seek
Not taken, earned in what endurance builds
The strength to live, to rise from the bloody fields
To march on but not to fall
All this is ours now, and was not before
No glory needed, we are unstoppable
The crusade is the eternal temple
Zeal makes all things possible
Duty makes all things simple
Carry the Emperor's will as your torch
The crusade demands an eternal watch
Let every heretic and traitor hear
No pity! No remorse! No fear!
Nothing worthwhile is done without challenge
Faith is not comfort, it demands balance
Push the darkness with relentless motion
The sword never rests, nor does my devotion
Nothing worthwhile is done without challenge
Faith is not comfort, it demands balance
Push the darkness with relentless motion
The sword never rests, nor does my devotion
Abaddon, thousand years and nowhere to hide
This wound on your chest leaves you defamed
You will die as your weakling father died
Soulless. Honourless. Weeping. Ashamed
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