Sinister - Enslave the Weak Lyrics
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Enslave the Weak
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What Are The Lyrics For Enslave the Weak By Sinister?
Dark ancient souls took hold of my body
Controlling my mind, heart and soul destined death. A grey mist appears in my mind Darkness descends Enslave the weak, descend with hate Falling into despair, emptiness to time Rulers of the undead ripped by my side A grey mist appears in my mind Darkness descends Enslave the weak, descend with hate Come forth and confess the crime Lose your flesh, now is the time Enslave the weak Enslave the weak Betrayed and deceived, act of a liar Spoke with a serpent's tongue Betrayed and deceived Words, compromising acts of emptiness Deeds of damnation called upon yourself In the true domain no words, just thoughts Fantasy, what your life has left behind Rise weak sheep of the lost sheppard For he is damned and you are free Furious demons enslave the flesh Collecting slaves for future times Apocalyptic sings rise in the evening sky This holy war, the end of a sacred reich Falling into despair, emptiness to time Rulers of the undead ripped by my side A grey mist appears in my mind Darkness descends Enslave the weak, descend with hate Come forth and confess the crime Lost your flesh, now is the time |
Who Wrote Enslave the Weak By Sinister?
Aad Kloosterwaard, Alexander P. J. Alex Paul, Bart Van Wallenberg, Eric De Windt
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What's The Duration Of The Enslave the Weak By Sinister?The duration of Enslave the Weak is 4:48 minutes and seconds. |
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