Sinister Will کے بول

Masters of war, enslavers of minds Control from the shadows, disseminate pain They’re selling you dreams While building your grave, corrupted by power They’re men with no name A sinister will ingrained in our soul A sinister will origin of war Silent are corpses and still are the graves Holding my breath I was bringer of Death Bleeding for living their hate through my hands Delivers destruction This evil won’t end A sinister will ingrained in our soul A sinister will origin of war Believing the false you answered the call Protecting their lies, they’ve sent you to die Blood drips, future erased No one wins in a losing game Sinister will No exit wound, nothing remains On either side only graves Blood drips, future erased No one wins in a losing game