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Tribal Slaughter

from Burden of Beast by Age of Collapse

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The snow is stained red with the blood of our tribe,
and our bravest will fall until there are none of us left.

Pain, at the sight of our numbers depleting
beneath the cruel hands of careless shepherds.

Hunt. We’re hunted from the safety of the sky.
A price is paid in blood for trivial reward.

We tend the flock with blood.
No primal law in a life less content.

We suffer their mistakes.
Man fashions himself a god to kill his nemesis.
Our only crime, our will to survive.

The final call of our now weary hearts echos through the night,
and whispers in contempt of the damned.

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from Burden of Beast, released December 1, 2011

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