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SECOND DAWN LYRICS
"4 Seasons Of Hate" (2004 EP)
1. The Limits of Creation
2. The Arms of Time
3. No Tomorrow
4. Game of Pain
5. Final Stand
1. The Limits of Creation
Light from the sky
Shadows from the deep
Try not to cry
You can not die
Cold iron against your skin
Letting you know
That your time has come
Take my hand
We will meet again
Boundaries come from the mind
It cannot hold forever
Light from the sky
Shadows from the deep
Try not to cry
You can not die
2. The Arms of Time
Cleansing the fury,
Purify the well
Resting in the arms
Of time to tell
The overwhelming growth
Is the flaw of the machinery
The beginning of an end
A mere fraction of the debt
Coronation of a slave
To its own shortcomings
A link to the past
Is the key to the future
Now is the time to act
For the end is near
3. No Tomorrow
Empty eyes gaze at me
Showing no emotion
I look up to the sky
And search for strings
Collectively we buy the lie
And drain our shells to the very last drop
As the final march begins
In which we step away
We shall move the ground
And mountains shall be lakes
There shall be no tomorrow
Empty eyes gaze at me
Showing no emotion
We shall move the ground
There shall be no tomorrow
As the final march begins
In which we step away
We shall move the ground
And mountains shall be lakes
Blackened hands
Blackened hearts
Blackened souls
Believe in a new tomorrow
4. Game of Pain
Life is nothing but a game of pain
Sins encouraged, honesty a shame
When blood gets spilt, no one takes the blame
Power, money, this is all their game
To compensate, greed is born
Intoxicating ones mind
Thinking they’ve got it all figured out
And their path should be mine
Then you start to hate yourself
And the rest of the world
Almost done, your time is up
You never lived your own life
Fading away, bittered in time
Your life had been a waste
5. Final Stand
This place is coming apart
The walls are crumbling
Soon, the sun will fall
And burn us into ashes
There is nowhere to go
Resistance is futile
The absence of a hell
Inspired us to create one
The ultimate test
Survival of the fittest
No time to rest
The end is drawing near
Soon, the sun will fall
And burn us into ashes
There is nowhere else to go
Resistance is futile
The absence of a hell
Inspired us to create one
The ultimate test
Survival of the fittest
No time to rest
The end is drawing near
The dawn of a new age
Picking up from where we left
How many times until we see
We have been too late
This was our last chance
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