Look at the sky, the time has come
Ancient walls in the name of fear
Centuries of hatred, no chance of redemption
Nothing alive, the eternal resentment
Bridges - A new dawn
We want revenge! We want a land! To deliver our souls!
We seek for justice, we seek what’s right
Facing our fears, sheding our blood, cutting our flesh
To offer our lives, to honour our past and seal our fate!
Bridges - A new dawn
Fire crosses the sky, now it’s time to fight
Bridges to climb, prepared to die
Bridges are falling, time for retribution
No chance of redemption, the start of a new time
The end of all illusion
All agony, our pain
Their greed in vain!
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Raw, unfiltered, unbridled, but focused rage. I say focused, because the target of its wrath is clear. So Fukpig avoids simply falling into the blind misanthropy trope. They know who they hate, and the band harnesses, directs, and unleashes their wrath into an absolute sonic assault that obliterates their object of hate and any opposition in its path. Existing