Atreyu - Black Days Begin Lyrics
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Black Days Begin
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What Are The Lyrics For Black Days Begin By Atreyu?
We're all hellbent on destruction,
Try to erase black spots on our soul. Hide from a violent eruption, Cataclysmic, Engulfing us all. Maybe (Maybe!), Tonight (Tonight!), We'll burn up the things that come for us all! You're body, It taunts me, Your flesh is oh-so-haunting! Children of the night, Throw your hands up in the air. We all know we've lost the fight, Hopes dies out and we can see the end, Black days begin. Walk down this path of temptation, Deny the flesh, Ignore what's crawling below. Stay true (Stay true!), Stay gold (Stay gold!). We'll burn up the things that come for us all! You're body, It taunts me, Your flesh is oh-so-haunting! Children of the night, Throw your hands up in the air. We all know we've lost the fight, Hopes dies out and we can see the end, Black days begin. You're body, It taunts me, Your flesh is oh-so-haunting! Children of the night, Throw your hands up in the air. We all know we've lost the fight, Hopes dies out and we can see the end. Children of the night, Throw your hands up in the air. We all know we've lost the fight, Hopes dies out and we can see the end, Black days begin. |
Who Wrote Black Days Begin By Atreyu?
Daniel Dan Jacobs, Porter Marc Mcknight, Travis William Miguel, Brandon Saller, Ektor Alex Varkatzas
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What's The Duration Of The Black Days Begin By Atreyu?The duration of Black Days Begin is 3:54 minutes and seconds. |
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