Oria - From Wastelands to Vile Hands Lyrics

Masses are running towards the pile
Hoping to find a new home
Migrated from their barren lands
Welcomed by bone melting storms
Corpses stacked up
Corpses bloating
Red stains soak the Edenwall
The fresh coat that never dries
Hands are pounding on the concrete
Titanium ears hear the doomed applause
Gain from the fruit
Of our pale land
Turn it all to mold
And then feed us your remains
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Systematic purge
Cold efficient death
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Decomposing flesh
Stacked onto the pile
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Rise above the stench
Further on we climb
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Whilst those inside the walls
Don't bat an eye
Unmanned winged serpents cover the sun
Dressing the unarmed with fear
God can not bear to watch
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Systematic purge
Cold efficient death
Αέναο
Decomposing flesh
Stacked onto the pile
Αέναο
Rise above the stench
Further on we climb
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Whilst those inside the walls
Don't bat an eye
We will rise
On top of the pile
No voice left unheard
Threat is neutralized
Carry on, as you were
Ignore the noise outside
Carry on, as you were