Sacrifice Lyrics – Furze

Woe to you
I was born dead
It was three nights and three hours before full moon
I am The Reaper

There has been found away to brew the pot of Armageddon
When times tell you this it answers to make it happen by wish
Pragmatic the reflection of a Woe, in waters of wisdom and hate, by time
One does make misty eyes winged but now also penetrating

Within the Golden Walls
Man
I see you’ve got an hypnotic stench
Within your mind

Soul
Strangled, Burnt, Buried and Drowned
Would I let you like the way to spirit any kind of a
“One Last Word”?

Are you preset to sacrifice?
Are you preset to sacrifice?
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Furze Lyrics – Sacrifice

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Sacrifice