The True Face Of Panic letra

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.

Premonitions Of War - Letras

• A Minor Correction
• A Time For Iron
• Abomination
• Best Day Ever
• Black Den
• Capsule Hotel
• Citizen
• Correspondences
• Covered In Lights
• Dim Light District
• Gloried Dirt
• Glorified Dirt
• Hanging Man
• I'd Settle For Sleep
• Iliad (Hater's End)
• Layover
• Mother Night Revisited
• Night Soil
• Not A Word
• One Constant Volume
• Running A Marathon Without Legs
• Stolen Breath
• The Foolish Fooling The Fool
• The Octopus
• The True Face Of Panic