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The faith and the fighter lighting up the streets
Singing for the damned
Confessing to the choir, bury every beast
And we are born again
The blood runs over me but not the cavalry
I am alone in everything I see, do you believe?
The thunder sounds and I hear the call
The underground is the fire below my enemies
And I can never seem to get up to find the hope
The faith and the fighter lighting up the streets
Singing for the damned
Confessing to the choir, bury every beast
And we are born again
And we are born again
The terror that you see, is only misery
It's getting hard to listen or agree when they just deceive
The thunder sounds and I hear the call
The underground is the fire below my enemies
And I can never seem to get up to find the hope
The faith and the fighter lighting up the streets
Singing for the damned
Confessing to the choir, bury every beast
And we are born again
The faith and the fighter lighting up the streets
Singing for the damned
Confessing to the choir, bury every beast
And we are born again
So look beyond the curtain, take on your burden
We will stand and fight with you!
(Oh-oh-oh)
The faith and the fighter lighting up the streets
Singing for the damned
Confessing to the choir, bury every beast
And we are born again
The faith and the fighter lighting up the streets
Singing for the damned
Confessing to the choir, bury every beast
And we are born again
And we are born again
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