Lyrics
Running from this place,seeming to die in disgrace Dogs of twilight ,
pulling the strings,
only the choosen fly on our wings.
Servants arise. standing tall behold the masses,behold us all.twilight ectasy a aura that surrounds me.In twilight ectasy we die.
hand in hand we destroy the lie.sevants arise
marching across the land, severing head left and right ,sword of truth in hand ,eating hearts out of spit.(chorus)servants arise.
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