Frontliner - On The Rise lyrics

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The drone, the whistle, the *thunderous* sound

It seared their eyes, it shook the ground

One hundred thousand voices lift

While ashes like dirty snowfall drift

The clouds of purple blowing gas

The tiny sun is rising fast

Your star is on the rise

That scared us more than you’ll ever know

Fire on high and fire below

Fire on high and fire below<br />

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Thanks to razvan

Thanks to PaniqFoxx for correcting these lyrics