Gerald Levert - Private Line (Radio Club Remix) lyrics

A calm sought out

So raid the guild

Through faint alarm

Forging static

To the horde

Amiss the thrall

The rule at helm

To countdown

And hell's

Collecting heads

Omens awoke

In fiends of need

To remain forlorn

Residual horror

Begs for life

To no avail

Flesh is fortune

The flight is fortunate

A threat to severe

For satire and fault

Tapping the vein

From fear and fang

Detained in darkness

Stalking droves of aid

No new tale to tell

So strike for survival

Before the now comes crashing down

Appetites or indecisions

Will devour benediction

The last tick of a life long

Faith and disease

Has buried this town

In exhuming doom

Biding time

Assailants expound

In a birth of ruin

Bloodshed resumes

Unforgiving hunger sated

As hunters take their hits

A faction arose

The curse is granted

One to be the savior

Enforcing martyrdom

Now prey

No new tale to tell

So strike for survival

Before the now comes crashing down

Appetites or indecisions

Will devour benediction

The last tick of a life long lost

To cast down

And no way out

Are they as safe as they think they are?

They are not when they speak in swarms

Flesh is fortune

The flight is fortunate

A threat to severe

For satire and fault

Tapping the vein

From fear and fang

Detained in darkness

Stalking droves of aid

Perseverance

In persecution

Looms unforeseen

Avenge for exile

The gist to grave

At zero hours end

Stunned in sound

But they'll be back