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August Burns Red - Home - The Seventh Trumpet
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01. Intro
02. Back Burner
03. White Washed
04. Your Little Suburbia Is in Ruins
05. The Eleventh Hour
06. Meddler
07. Truth of a Liar
08. Marianas Trench
09. Thirty and Seven
10. Existence
11. Meridian
12. A Shot Below the Belt
13. Up Against the Ropes
14. Composure
15. The Seventh Trumpet
I can no longer tell the days from the nights
The moon glows an eerie red
And I could swear it was covered in blood

Something big is going to happen, something so big
It could forever change the world
What have you all done? What have you all become?

A people more concerned
With the temporary pleasures of this world
Rather than your own eternal salvation

I am now convinced that this is the end
As I raise my head towards the heavens
To take one last look at the moon, the stars begin to fall