Shepherd

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The shepherds kill their sheep, just to watch them die
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 The end of days is born, under the burning sky
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 A thousand oceans spill upon the spoiled shores
 Returning cities to the sea, all as it was before
 Retreat beyond the wall where vultures go to die
 Scavenge for substance, as the last is swallowed by the flies
 Now we compete, with bird and beast
 Cycles of deceit, doomed to repeat
 Sorrow we seed in, to an earth I once believed in
 A future stained, in the blood of our children
 We carve through mountains, great shadows they cast
 Now desolate wastelands, clinging to brighter pasts
 Nations of thieves, selling our souls for gold
 Critical mass, our fate is terminal
 Man is the cancer, we call for death and it answers
 Man is the cancer, we call for death and it answers
 A thousand fires turn the forests into dust and bone
 A wind so thick with ash, the statues shatter into stone
 The leaders turn to lepers begging to survive
 Scavenge for substance as the last is swallowed by the flies
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 Behold true sorrow
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 Behold true sorrow
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 Behold true sorrow
 The shepherds kill their sheep, just to watch them die
 The end of days is born, under the burning sky
 Man is the cancer, we call for death and it answers
 Man is the cancer, we call for death and it answers
 We carve through mountains, great shadows they cast
 Now desolate wastelands, clinging to brighter pasts
 Nations of thieves, selling our souls for gold
 Critical mass, our fate is terminal
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 Our fate is terminal
 

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Duration
04:11
Key
9
Tempo
122 BPM

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