LIVE EVIL PH – Trials (Feat. 44 of Aye, The Anchor)

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      polcalinawan
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        LIVE EVIL PH
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        LIVE EVIL PH – Trials (Feat. 44 of Aye, The Anchor) Official Music Video

        Directed by: Niokz Arcega
        Produced by: The Rocket Project OMV
        Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by: 1607 Records

        Youtube Link: https://youtu.be/SCl40WUirWo

        LYRICS:

        Verse:
        From graves we rise where shadows crawl
        Silence scream as the midnight falls.
        Moon be the witness, moon be our guide.
        As we open the eyes of the afterlife.

        Welcome to the generation
        The era of the broken glass
        Where villains and the heroes
        Wear the same mask.

        The world is at war against itself
        provoked by its people who lacks understanding of differences
        It created perpetual divisions
        that caused the demise of blind believers.

        Test every air you’ll breathe,
        Watch every step you made.
        You don’t know what’s poison
        Now, blink for heaven’s sake.

        Chorus:
        This is my land where beauty is a slave
        and flowers do grow in a wasteland,
        that being watered by the rusted machines
        left by the old men watching my dreams.

        Verse:
        There were robots made with gold and puppets that move with silver strings.
        slowly digging holes with their debts
        and the road to the graves is filled with frozen tears.

        Bridge:
        You cannot hide what covers us,
        We couldn’t change what embraces you.
        Engraved on walls, carved on skins
        an image of angels without their wings.

        Here lies a story of fettered man who leashed their souls until the end.
        Forsaken by their only hope.
        Sing to the melody of my home.

        Chorus:
        This is my land where beauty is a slave
        and flowers do grow in a wasteland
        that being watered by the rusted machines
        left by the old men watching my dreams.

        Outro:
        Under these wings, I wish that someday that we could pick up their leaves and bring back their names.

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