Strife Arms of the few Lyrics:
reaching hands- cirkling down i see it twist to
nothing torn from what it meant, cou from
extence...my fingers bleed, but reaching hands are
not weak the light the tonce burned so bright, has
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now been cast a dismal grey. fighting to keep the
voice alive, i cannot left it end this way...i`m
held- in the arms of the few! i walk in a line
with the skared, never breaking my vow. i swear to
you. A rise of commitment strong, a vision to wich
it belongs. purty of the mind and body, to keep
the resistance moving on ...
Lyrics: Arms of the few, Strife [end]