Tekster: Unearth. The March. Grave Of Opportunity.

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Time's venom boils
Every breath ticking towards torment
This carrier exposes our instability

I will battle on
I must choose a throne to succeed
This domain in which I leave
I'll battle on to carryout. 'til the cycle end its game

I see the blood spilling out from the core
did my grave of opportunity
Time stalks us all
A scar filled test of who we are
Dig my grave of opportunity

Downward I have gone
Still I bleed I won't die off
Downward I have gone
The end is yet to come

I will battle on

Time's venom boils
Every breath ticking towards torment
This carrier exposes our instability

I see the blood spilling out from the core
did my grave of opportunity
Time stalks us all
A scar filled test of who we are
Dig my grave of opportunity

The end is yet to come