Avenged Sevenfold - Chapter Four Lyrics
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Chapter Four
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What Are The Lyrics For Chapter Four By Avenged Sevenfold?
(Conceived) Give me your hand (and born was one of light)
Blood is spilt and man will follow (Rain and dark) Infernal man,(rain and dark, the other born black night) punishment too great to bear Raise your head and taste the courage (the one of light) Fall from grace, unholy night I've come here to kill you Won't leave until you've died Murder born of vengeance I closed my brothers eyes tonight (Conceived) Give me your hand (and born was one of light) Blood is spilt and man will follow (rain and dark) Infernal man (rain and dark, the other born black night) Punishment too great to bear Raise your head and taste the courage (the one of light) Fall from grace, unholy night I've come here to kill you Won't leave until you've died Murder born of vengeance I closed my brothers eyes tonight It's cold tonight as the clouds turn gray And from my hands to my brothers grave You took his side, you took his gift Feel the power of a fallen man, crestfallen man Far away in this land I must go Out of the site of the One A punishment sent from his hand A hardship no one should know Now go out of the site of the one Away in this land you must go (Oh oh oh) Where has he gone? What have you done? A voice commands from high above this earth From the soil his blood cries out to me Murder, liar, vengeance, deceit |
Who Wrote Chapter Four By Avenged Sevenfold?
Zachary Baker, Brian Haner, Jr., Matthew Charles Sanders, James Owen Sullivan
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