Metallica - Blackened [October 1987, Writing in Progress] Lyrics
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Blackened [October 1987, Writing in Progress]
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What Are The Lyrics For Blackened [October 1987, Writing in Progress] By Metallica?
Blackened is the end
Winter it will send Throwing all you see Into obscurity Death of mother earth Never a rebirth Evolution's end Never will it mend never Fire to begin whipping dance of the dead Blackened is the end To begin whipping dance of the dead Color our world blackened Blistering of earth Terminate its worth Deadly nicotine Kills what might have been Callous frigid chill Nothing left to kill Never seen before Breathing nevermore never Fire to begin whipping dance of the dead Blackened is the end To begin whipping dance of the dead Color our world blackened Blackened Opposition, contradiction premonition compromise Agitation violation mutilation, planet dies Darkest color Blistered earth True death of life Termination, expiration, cancellation, human race Expectation, liberation, population, lay to waste See our mother put to death See our mother die Smoldering decay Take her breath away Millions of our years In minutes disappears Darkening in vain Decadence remains All is said and done Never is the sun never Fire to begin whipping dance of the dead Blackened is the end To begin whipping dance of the dead Fire is the outcome of hypocrisy Darkest potency In the exit of humanity Color our world blackened Blackened |
Who Wrote Blackened [October 1987, Writing in Progress] By Metallica?
James Alan Hetfield, Jason C. Newsted, Lars Ulrich
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