These are wicked days
Trying to escape the shrapnel hurricane
These are evil times
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Wake up
To the hell that's going down
Can you hear the sound
Of bodies dropping all around
They come with fire
They walk in flame
They call out
That God forsaken name
These are wicked days
Trying to escape the shrapnel hurricane
These are evil times
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
In suits of skin
They're in disguise
Waiting patiently
For the time to strike
They bring the in pain
They breathe hate
Blood is what they crave
For their God forsaken cause
These are wicked days
Trying to escape the shrapnel hurricane
These are evil times
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Crimson Raven - Beware the Sappers Lyrics
Crimson Raven - Beware the Sappers Lyrics
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These are wicked days
Trying to escape the shrapnel hurricane
These are evil times
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Wake up
To the hell that's going down
Can you hear the sound
Of bodies dropping all around
They come with fire
They walk in flame
They call out
That God forsaken name
These are wicked days
Trying to escape the shrapnel hurricane
These are evil times
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
In suits of skin
They're in disguise
Waiting patiently
For the time to strike
They bring the in pain
They breathe hate
Blood is what they crave
For their God forsaken cause
These are wicked days
Trying to escape the shrapnel hurricane
These are evil times
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Trying to escape the shrapnel hurricane
These are evil times
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Wake up
To the hell that's going down
Can you hear the sound
Of bodies dropping all around
They come with fire
They walk in flame
They call out
That God forsaken name
These are wicked days
Trying to escape the shrapnel hurricane
These are evil times
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
In suits of skin
They're in disguise
Waiting patiently
For the time to strike
They bring the in pain
They breathe hate
Blood is what they crave
For their God forsaken cause
These are wicked days
Trying to escape the shrapnel hurricane
These are evil times
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Writer: Nathan Adams
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