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Reign of the Architect
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Crown of Shattered Dreams
Pour the fuel for the war machines; Grease your weapons raw An army of cloned splinters, a vast destructive claw To cleave down all the impotence that man has sought to fake This day, my proxy-brothers, an old man's world we take These foundations are fragile, cannot be put to threat Don't you dare, my brother, foil the plans we've set
And while the world kept turning, the architect arose Conductor of the brutal symphony that he composed The dawn upon a new age of a feral hateful scheme A throne that's built from future graves and a crown of shattered dreams
Break communications, set the traps we need First we take the shoreline cities then, my lord, we puncture in I want to see their leaders begging as they bleed I want to tear their human hearts and flay their blotted skin Don't forget my brother, you ambitious little fiend This conflict's resolution states that we will win
And while the world kept turning, the architect arose Conductor of the brutal symphony that he composed The dawn upon a new age of a feral hateful scheme A throne that's built from future graves and a crown of shattered dreams
The Architect: Degenerating into the decadence of what I mustn't be While the consequences of my decisions are deformed by these impious three Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The uncertainty that broke my inflamed bones Has now outgrown the boundaries of my private throne
Why you seem so lost, lord? We've just begun We'll thrive and cast a shadow over every rising sun Our divisions all stand ready to savor victory Let the green flame now engulf everything you see
And while the world kept turning, the architect arose Conductor of the brutal symphony that he composed The dawn upon a new age of a feral hateful scheme A throne that's built from future graves and a crown of shattered dreams
And while I'm still breathing, the architect arose The conductor of the brutal symphony that he composed The Architect: (I'm still breathing; I'm the conductor, shattered dreams) The dawn upon a new age of somberness and rigor (He is still breathing; he's the conductor; he is the architect)
The Architect: The dawn upon a new age of somberness and rigor A throne that's build from wasted youth and my vacant, shattered dreams I'm still breathing.
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