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Something that is left for dead cannot be trusted

Blades that are buried are not enough, albeit brave

I've walked the fire, i've burnt the blade, i've watched those instincts die

No wind, no time

It's all in rust

As it lives, so shall it die

As it breeds, and multiplies

So it lives, and yet it sighs, medicated

Patience upon the weak

Let it control your veins

But does it still hold you in the grip of a great machine

You've seen the fall, you've dropped the blade, you let perceptions die

You're in the gears

It's all in rust

As it lives, so shall it die

As it breeds, and multiplies

Pull your masters to the walls and hold your enemies with hands of god

Burn in hell

Pull your masters to the wolves and hold your enemies with hands of god