Conducting from the Grave - Marching Towards Extinction Lyrics
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Marching Towards Extinction
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What Are The Lyrics For Marching Towards Extinction By Conducting from the Grave?
Lifeless torsos decompose hanging from the hooks in the walls
The monotonous sound of dripping blood echoes through the halls Passing through a candlelit chamber of lies Wealth can't escape the shrilling screams of undead souls When the sky freezes over and begins to storm with blood Would you kill your own kind Would you honor those that died When forced into battle morals become obsolete and everyone becomes a nemesis Slaves of a treacherous beast to capture freedoms of the human mind But in the dark glow of the moonlight's shadow this creature awaits Visualizing the nightmares of an eminent future Spreading fear and hatred through his people He embarked on a quest to sabotage humanity A stadium of genocide at his fingertips The apocalypse is upon us Horizons fog with greed No action is taken by the absent militia and the path to devastation remains Who will escape the blade and begin a new age of revolution? When the sky freezes over and begins to storm with blood Would you kill your own kind Would you honor those that died |
Who Wrote Marching Towards Extinction By Conducting from the Grave?
John Abernathy, Greg Donnelly, Jeffrey Morgan, Steven Lovas, Lou Tanuis
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What's The Duration Of The Marching Towards Extinction By Conducting from the Grave?The duration of Marching Towards Extinction is 5:17 minutes and seconds. |
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