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Devildriver The Fury Of Our Maker S Hand

One day the tides will turn O ne day the fields will burn One day the seas will churn T he fury of our makers hand The fury. The fury What will you

: I do declare theirs something in the air I'm burning the candle at both ends Bitter Betrayals Skeleton Keys Houses to Haunt Well, it's alright by me

those departed left all alone left still forgotten !!!! (Chorus) Miles to go and sky's to fly Hold back the day Miles to go and skys to fly it's darkest

go and other may live Pale horse ? apocalypse Stale breath ? from liar?s lips Many many lives Turned upside down Bloods clean ? you know it is Downstream ? it?s

Its difficult, full of dismay He buries his feelings, he shrouds his light With oh so many evil thoughts It?s the dirt on your shoes It?s mud on our

This time it?s crossed the line Beware of what?s behind Wolfs coming quick to kill you Currents running strong Think your right, wrong Look, it?s long

Shatter seven mirrors They say that?s bad luck For seven years So, drink your glasses But not at midnight Salt over your shoulder Into the fury! Goes

TELL ME ANOTHER STORY Everyone Has Stories, They Bore Me (They Bore Me) The Ends(?) Are Feeling Nervous. Their Stories...(They Bore Me) Everyone's Got

Goddamn, shit, I?m feeling it When we see each other it?s throw time When we see each other it?s throw time When we see each other it?s go time You