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Mrok - The Adversary Lyrics



Mrok - The Adversary Lyrics




It's eye for an eye, but they took both
Lost the tongue that speaks truth
Hearing cries of Agony
The thing that's left is putrid stench

You shall fight and die in vain
No choice
No excuse

The thrill of the fight
The anticipation of doom
The adversary cometh
Prepare your sword

Armour made of foreign flesh
Stripped from previous contenders
An impenetrable fortress
No weapon is cut out

To scratch the surface
Of the truth underneath

What pointless strife
Give up your life

No palace shall grant you refuge
No place to feel snug
Once you take up arms
Neither day nor night shall you rest

You shall fight and die in vain
No choice
No excuse

The thrill of the fight
The anticipation of doom
The adversary cometh
To take your soul

No prophet shall promise you salvation
When the fangs are within reach
No prayer shall be heard

Graves upon graves of unfortunate challengers
Who thought they could take up the gauntlet
Who thought they could face the truth
Beneath the thick layer of perception
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English

It's eye for an eye, but they took both
Lost the tongue that speaks truth
Hearing cries of Agony
The thing that's left is putrid stench

You shall fight and die in vain
No choice
No excuse

The thrill of the fight
The anticipation of doom
The adversary cometh
Prepare your sword

Armour made of foreign flesh
Stripped from previous contenders
An impenetrable fortress
No weapon is cut out

To scratch the surface
Of the truth underneath

What pointless strife
Give up your life

No palace shall grant you refuge
No place to feel snug
Once you take up arms
Neither day nor night shall you rest

You shall fight and die in vain
No choice
No excuse

The thrill of the fight
The anticipation of doom
The adversary cometh
To take your soul

No prophet shall promise you salvation
When the fangs are within reach
No prayer shall be heard

Graves upon graves of unfortunate challengers
Who thought they could take up the gauntlet
Who thought they could face the truth
Beneath the thick layer of perception
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Writer: Michal Szczechura
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Mrok
Language: English
Length: 4:24
Written by: Michal Szczechura
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