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The ground we shared,
The earth we quenched in blood,
The life we spent,
Is withering within my heart.
Fool's seeds are rising,
In bloody light of Mars,
Their shadow vast, Their lies are loud,
The Web of Nothingness.

Now we rise,
To change the wave,
Now we rise,
To put an end,
Now we shout,
We will stand,
We are the blood that will be shed
No, we rise,
And no one else,
We are the ones,
When the light fades,
We're the heat that boils your head,
By fist and flame we are led.


Sleep tight ,
Morning comes with brigther scent,
Tonight,
Humanity descents,
Don't wake,
Misery will break,
Justice is gone,
Abnegation is done.

The sorrow left behind,
The skeletons we denied,
Horizon's just a fog of war,
throw a coin, I'm still alone,
Sleep, don't wake,
For the bliss is fake,
Be silent,don't ask,
For the answer might tear your mask.

Now we rise,
To change the wave,
Now we rise,
To put an end,
Now we shout,
We will stand,
We are the blood that will be shed
No, we rise,
And no one else,
We are the ones,
When the light fades,
We're the heat that boils your head,
By fist and flame we are led.


Sleep tight ,
Morning comes with brigther scent,
Tonight,
Humanity descents,
Don't wake,
Misery will break,
Justice is gone,
Abnegation is done.


Done with this tale,
Obstructed dream,
Done with pale,
bloody stream,
Shout to the sky,
My veins run dry,
I'm broken down,
My time to..


Sleep tight,
Morning comes with brighter scent,
Tonight,
Humanity descents.

I awake,
Misery broken down,
Justice was swift,
Our time is done.

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from Soul in the machine, released October 5, 2014

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Abnegated Israel

Arseny Mescheriakov - Vocals
Daniel Gedalin - Guitars
Avi Miller - Guitars
Sergey Golikov - Bass
Mor Harpazi - Drums

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