Lyrics: Demon Hunter. Storm the Gates of Hell. Sixteen.

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Sixteen, oh holy day
Your time has come and passed
The rapture we've been waiting for
Has come to us at last

Sixteen for every fake
Sixteen to every whore
Wipe that dirt from off your face
Sixteen is at your door

Oh, voiceless, wasted
You soaked your heart in gasoline
Now light it up and burn

The same cycle ever-turning you
Is calling, it's calling
The scene is begging for a grave tonight
It always, it always will

You take the name of love divine
And drag it through your blood
Now turn to face what you have made
And mourn what you have done

Oh, voiceless, wasted
You soaked your heart in gasoline
Now light it up and burn

Voiceless, wasted
I came this far to drag you down
And watch you take your turn

The same cycle ever-turning you
Is calling, it's calling
The scene is begging for a grave tonight
It always, it always will

Farewell to false pretension
Farewell to hollow words
Farewell to fake affection
Farewell, tomorrow burns

Farewell to false pretension
Farewell to hollow words
Farewell to fake affection
Farewell, tomorrow burns, burns

The same cycle ever-turning you
Is calling, it's calling
The scene is begging for a grave tonight
It always, it always will

The same cycle ever-turning you
Is calling, it's calling
The scene is begging for a grave tonight
It always, it always will