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WITH FAITH OR FLAMES LYRICS
"Mike Milliken Demo" (2007 Demo)
1. Codename: Nemesis Enforcer
2. The Vagrant Dead
3. Burn it Down
1. Codename: Nemesis Enforcer
Your life is fabric.
Your modes change with the wind.
Feign independance
Yet your form is rubbing thin.
You've soaked in every spoken word
By those of preset disposition,
As jesters mock the ancient world
And place self image in its stead.
Who will rejoice when man attempts to rise?
Or who among us will obsess with his demise?
Ever agressive, antagonist defined.
Ever enraged for they're the weakest of our kind.
The earth will be ground into dust.
The steel and iron will have turned to rust,
And all achievement will be slain by you,
And you will be forgotten for all time.
Who will delight as man begins to fall?
And who among us will defend these vital walls?
Hatred enshrined, defiance glorified,
Hallowed existance as mere servants to the swine.
The earth will be ground into dust.
The steel and iron will have turned to rust,
And all achievement will be slain by you,
And you will be forgotten for all time.
Enduring a system that's built upon hate
Will drain the love from your eyes.
A godless endeavor, a wasted approach,
A life lived with no remorse.
Woe to the philosopher!
Woe to the open mind!
What will be your moniker tomorrow?
Which population will you now mock?
Your self expression is a standard issue.
Your predilection is among the flock.
What will be your moniker tomorrow?
Which population will you now mock?
Your self expression is a standard issue.
Your predilection is among the cursed flock.
2. The Vagrant Dead
The dead awaken,
Lost within realities gone.
A pulsless nomad
Forever in thirst for the living blood.
Walking among us,
We cannot strike down what we had once loved.
Visceral carnage,
A feast upon the living gore.
In truth destroying the damned
Can still make one dead inside.
All truth comes down to survival.
All life comes down to war.
Running for shelter,
Surviving the horror of this.
In death we'll find no rest.
Evading the senses,
Avoiding the consequences.
Entrapped by the undead.
Set my caution towards the places we would gather.
Safety in numbers is a figment of the past.
Lord, guide my will, for i see your temple now discarded.
Infected peons shed their faith for hearts of wrath.
Destroy the mind and the rest will die.
I stand, eternal, triumphant
Against the hordes of darkness
Calling my name, begging for me to join
This overwhelming hell on earth.
They walk, infected.
Their cries drive me insane.
The worst, it seems,
Is they don't even know they're dead.
3. Burn it Down
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