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Inspiration - "Sir, we're surrounded!" "Good, now we can attack in all directions." |
We're loading up the cannons Not to mention lled by madmen Now we have been surrounded All alarms are sounded Though the odds are 5:1 We're gonna take them on I know that death has come but I refuse to run I know I've breathed my last All thoughts are on the past "How did I end up here?" I keep repeating The end has come Now I am done The dirge of my demise now sung The Reaper's scythe is razor-sharp Death's Harvest has begun The enemy approach Much like a band of ghosts We try to fight them off but They creep closer Now we are face to face With the harbinger of fate We know he's hunted us and Now he has us The end has come Now I am done The dirge of my demise now sung The Reaper's scythe is razor-sharp Death's Harvest has begun We try in vain to flee To escape our destiny Our foe's have shadowed us and Here they slay us Now only ten remain And they've all gone insane And the Harvest recommenced They die in vain The end has come Now I am done The dirge of my demise now sung The Reaper's scythe is razor-sharp Death's Harvest has begun |