Darkane - Pile of Hate Lyrics
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Pile of Hate
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What Are The Lyrics For Pile of Hate By Darkane?
Deep down in the unfathomed hollow pits of disbelief
These bottomless videos of despair and anguish Countless masses dwell in misconduct Bonded my chains built by our own urge to devastate Enter the abandoned desert A world built here for our blind eyes Based on lies of dark disbelief Grown to obey under ignorance As they feed on the Remains of our pathetic lives Evil minds molten Together in a pile of hate That gives birth To infinite malice Used to reap the harvest Of the least resistant I am worshiped by your Gods And chased by your demons I am worshiped by your Gods And chased by your demons Enter the abandoned desert A world built here for our blind eyes Based on lies of dark disbelief Grown to obey under ignorance Millions of souls unknowing that their Destiny is to give nourishment to Their own Holocaust Forced to spend their precious Lives in a savage existence The evolution has stopped because Our instincts were programmed to Self extermination Locked up because they have to Believe they are superior Freedom broken down to Fragments of lost dreams In this dominion all illusions are lost Faith is a word that Has lost its meaning I am worshiped by your Gods And chased by your demons I am worshiped by your Gods And chased by your demons Enter the abandoned desert A world built here for our blind eyes Based on lies of dark disbelief Grown to obey under ignorance The evolution has stopped because Our instincts were programmed to Self extermination |
Who Wrote Pile of Hate By Darkane?
Christofer Erik Einar Malmstroem, Peter Karl Wildoer
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What's The Duration Of The Pile of Hate By Darkane?The duration of Pile of Hate is 8:16 minutes and seconds. |
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