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Witchking - Magic Number Lyrics

The first rider called war, father of upgrowth
Fecundated minds - brought up the dearth
Famine mouth wider then munk's scene
Like lighting gone with mutated meat
Pestilence scared all humanity
Swallowed the medicine and never returned

You want for the last but the strongest
You're glancing at horizon's edge
You cool death's heels but you don't know
It's bad translation number 4 is metal blade
It's metal blade

The first virtue called the prudence, mother of bomb age
Unchained the knowledge with thousands of suns
Temperance hypocrisy foundation
Pissed over and over and ocer by
Porno attack
Fortitude synonym of foolery
Obey is the key to comfortable life

You want for the last but the strongest
You're glancing at horizon's edge
You cool death's heels but you don't know
It's bad translation number 4 is metal blade
It's metal blade