Testo Warlord

I was born with thunder up in my hands to silence all of the lambs
I've conquered so many lands, put up with [?] whatever man
[?] with God's plan, the journey eternal
Hell fire spreading wide, now you're in the inferno
Pray to God they intervene, you feel it, your inner being
The sinner sings, a song play all day
Will it bring peace to the hearts of men?
Spending life on the frontlines, like, to no end Waste of time, wasting away, wasting the day, tasting the bitterness of hate
Face of decay, lead 'em off into the dark
They follow me from the start, with the light chasin' the demons runnin' from the spark
I'm the sword, guns clutched, swingin' at the unjust
Just once touch from the blade that cuts us
Leading the rat race where losers are born
When it's above you, whatever form, it goes on
The cycle, perpetual, death is eventual
If you ain't givin' no hundred percent, unacceptable

Mark from the Devil
Mark from the Devil
Mark from the Devil
Mark from the Devil
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Mark from the Devil
Mark from the Devil

I was formed with fire upon the blade, the violence and the crusade
The [?] court to fade to where the revel is made
Evading with the horde on a white horse just a warlord
The country is war-torn and [?]
It's a universal [?], the archangel hang in the clouds and they watch us pray
For the glory of his story, [?] story
Nine of the ten, [?]
Guns to the [?], givin' prayers to the fallen
Hymns are callin' if you willin', give 'em [?], we go all in
Ritual beginning, individual [?]
A violent [?], a decendence of height
Feel her soul elevate while enemies lie in wait
I'm sendin' 'em to the gate, [?] with the hate
[?] for losers or born winners, I'm loved
When it's performed, it goes on
The cycle, peretual, death is eventual
You ain't givin' a hundred percent, unacceptable

Mark from the Devil
Mark from the Devil
Mark from the Devil
Mark from the Devil
Mark from the Devil
Mark from the Devil
Mark from the Devil
Mark from the Devil