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New album “The First Covenant“ available December 11, 2020. MERCH: Lyrics: A blank canvas tainted by inks bled Smudged and soiled freedom lies beneath A constitution to yourself Many will try to break it But in this life there is no fate But what you make out of it Sacred They will take it Try to break it But there is no fate but what you make Faiths shaken Souls complacent Wills mistaken But there is no fate but what you make We decide We carve our paths over which none may preside There is no fate but what you make We resign Our lives, our rules, our time And in this we find there is no fate but what you make Rid your tongue of empty sermons Amputate the source I despise They designed an endless failure While we lived our fucking lives Sever the hand Sever the leash Sever the ties to the frail and meek Remove the fear Remove the leech Remove those that rejoice when you must bleed My fate is mine to decide Mine to decide So get the fuck out of my life Get the fuck out of my life No prophets No saviors No angels and no maker Nothing’s there Nothing’s safe Nothing but the fate you make (Lyrics by Alexander Eastman)
