Premonitions Of War - True Face Of Panic Lyrics
- Artist/Band:
- Album:
- Song Title:
- Text Options:
- Share & Like:
What is this new madness? On it comes.
Panic, whose blood runs cold.
Fear not this raging madman, evil incarnate.
First on one side then the other.
I hate him worst of all.
As if I stand on some tall beacon, I see it draw near.
On it comes.
Abhorrence, whose blood boils in the vein.
You hate me worst of all
