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Hanging The Giants - The Advent
Where are they now
These giants of my dreams
The ones that seek to kill me
They run and hide
They run and hide
They see the fire behind my eyes
And they feel the anger that boils beneath my skin
Come out Come out
Come out and say something real
Come out
'Cause I feel the apathy in this air tonight
Do you hear the wind
The trees whispering their deepest fears to me
They can feel the fire burning at their limbs
Burning at their limbs
Burning at their limbs
The voice of anger it screams in the wind
The voice of anger blows in the wind
Do you
Do you
Hear the sound of the nothing
Of everything tossed by the wind
The sound of the war drums beating on
In the war for the hearts of every man of every tongue
I see them coming down on the clouds
Down of the black
The clouds of the war
I see it creeping in
I feel it creeping in
I feel the apathy creeping in
Where is your fire
Where is your anger
Where is your blood
Where is your fire
Where is your anger
Where is your blood
Where is your fire
Where is your anger
Where is your blood
Where is your fire
Where is your anger
Where is your blood
Where
Where is is your fire fire
Where
Where is is your your anger anger
Where
Where is is your your blood blood
Where is is your fire fire
Where
Where is is your anger anger
