Frontliner - On the Rise Lyrics

Lyrics On the Rise - Frontliner



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
Fire on high and fire below
Fire on high and fire below



Writer(s): Drooger Barry


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