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Altar of Bones (feat. Little Trouble) Video (MV)






Tyrannophobia - Altar of Bones (feat. Little Trouble) Lyrics




Born as cannon fodder
Some can't be bothered
To hear the screams coming from this sea
A world unmade for the meek
They are the sounds
Make men's knees go weak
With the hot metal cutting through
At high speeds, we say goodbye
Sweet dreams this world was too ugly
For us to truly speak
Break my hands
Hang my throat
If silence is what you want
Then it shall be deafening
May it beautiful in your monochrome palaces
We will all die at this Altar of Bones
These families cry at this Altar of Bones
Power consume and makes demons of us all
Empty platitudes
Hands lay out stretched looking for ideals of gratitude
Choking on blood that's not my own
Dreaming of sleeping at home
With the sounds and screams being the lullaby
Of the only things I'll ever know
Some say he speaks to us in the groans
And aches
I've never heard it
I just keep in wait
Break my hands
Hang my throat
If silence is what you want
Then it shall be deafening
May it beautiful in your monochrome palaces
We will all die at this Altar of Bones
These families cry at this Altar of Bones
Power consume and makes demons of us all
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Born as cannon fodder
Some can't be bothered
To hear the screams coming from this sea
A world unmade for the meek
They are the sounds
Make men's knees go weak
With the hot metal cutting through
At high speeds, we say goodbye
Sweet dreams this world was too ugly
For us to truly speak
Break my hands
Hang my throat
If silence is what you want
Then it shall be deafening
May it beautiful in your monochrome palaces
We will all die at this Altar of Bones
These families cry at this Altar of Bones
Power consume and makes demons of us all
Empty platitudes
Hands lay out stretched looking for ideals of gratitude
Choking on blood that's not my own
Dreaming of sleeping at home
With the sounds and screams being the lullaby
Of the only things I'll ever know
Some say he speaks to us in the groans
And aches
I've never heard it
I just keep in wait
Break my hands
Hang my throat
If silence is what you want
Then it shall be deafening
May it beautiful in your monochrome palaces
We will all die at this Altar of Bones
These families cry at this Altar of Bones
Power consume and makes demons of us all
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Writer: Azzam Abdur-Rahman
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