ARTURO GATTI

"Outnumbered"

Coming from the depths of the earth, reborn. My head heald high. This life, my armor from influence. My hammer of righteousness coming down, smiting this evil. Eviscerate the darkness from this light, my struggle. Sword in hand, riding to battle, raging the war. Bloodied and beaten, no more. We won't give up this endless fight. The drums of war beat through my heart, ripping the flesh from the scum of this earth. We won't give up this endless fight. My heart shall not fall. Dispatch you from existance. Escaping this hole, walls of rotten flesh drape down. The stench overwhelming, it seeps in. Making your way through the cadaver fields of gold. The battle ensues, feel my rage. Run for your life when you see my storm, i will rip right through you. It's time to end

this living hell, you're going out with nothing. You'll be forgotten. We won't give up this endless fight. The sky rips apart, blood pouring from the heavens. Drenching the dead, filling the pores of war. The bottom will fall out of your heart.



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