Letra de 'Where Millions Have Come To Die (feat. Phil Bozeman)' de Shadow Of Intent

[Ben Duerr]
To a metropolis undignified
They have come to die
Blind rats in the maze affright vie
For each block and structure, garrisoning city heights
Onward to the riverside
They have tantalized
Everything on which they've laid their eyes
As the days go by, the death toll sustains its rise

[Ben Duerr]
The majority will not come home
Profound panic fiercely fervent
De-evolution of warfare runs markedly
From the sewers to the littered web of ashen lanes
A presence in the next room lurking, yet to be seen
In severance, things are never what they seem to be

[Ben Duerr]
True terror, ten thousand fold
Adhering only to the serpent
A testament to all things taken naturally
An ejaculation of another madman's dreams
The mother of all battles rages vigorously
The death knell tolls ceaselessly for thee

[Phil Bozeman]
Malodorous emanations stinging at their eyes
Months go by, the death toll continues to rise
Hounds pry at the calcified
Waist high in the feces of the raiders left alive
The trampled turn the tides
They begin to twist the knife
With drive retribution unwinds
A merciless drama where millions have come to die
Where millions have come to die
They all paid the ultimate price
Where millions have come to die

[Ben Duerr]
Surrender is denied to the core
By the despot held above them
Their losses are mounting at a staggering rate
To flee or become yet another casualty
To be shot between the eyes or take a chance to be free
In severance, things are never what they seem to be

[Ben Duerr]
True terror, ten thousand fold
Adhering only to the serpent
A testament to all things taken naturally
An ejaculation of another madman's dreams
The mother of all battles ends on a blood red mound
The death knell tolls forever loud

[Ben Duerr]
Where millions have come to die
Where millions have come to die
Where millions have come to die
Where millions have come to die
They paid the price all with their lives

[Ben Duerr]
The kessel closes, constricting the throats
Of those spared from starvation
Frostbite death and suicide
The morsels standing march to the beyond

[Ben Duerr]
With black clouds high above
They march to the unknown
With black clouds high above
They march to the unknown
With black clouds high above
They march to the unknown
With black clouds high above
They march to the unknown