Death to Our Enemies Songtext

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We fold, in cold
Lonely but never quite alone
We're told, grow old
The young, once flesh, now sculpt to stone

We sold our soul
The spring of life we've left and grown
In bold, script code
The choice is chalk
The path is known

We fold, in cold
Lonely but never quite alone
We're told, grow old
The young, once flesh, now sculpt to stone

Over and over you told her to die
Over and over you told her to die
Why must it always be this way?

We fold, in cold
Lonely but never quite alone
We're told, grow old
The young, once flesh, now sculpt to .

Over and over you told her to die
Over and over you told her to die
Why must it always be this way?