Pulse:過重圧殺! ~蛮神タイタン討滅戦~ Remixed by Daiki Ishikawa

Wrought from the rock that stands upon old,
 With heart of black and a stare that's cold.
 Cold are the hands that grasp at your soul,
 Fore the graves are dug and the death knells toll.
 Tempered in the flows of the mountain's core,
 Where the rage runs red twixt shore and shore.
 Shorn from the world 'neath the blazing sun,
 Bound to the dark, for the light I shun!
 Wrought from the rock that stands upon old,
 With heart of black and a stare that's cold.
 Cold are the hands that grasp at your soul,
 Fore the graves are dug and the death knells toll.
 Tempered in the flows of the mountain's core,
 Where the rage runs red twixt shore and shore.
 Shorn from the world 'neath the blazing sun,
 Bound to the dark, for the light I shun!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller! Titan!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller! Titan!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller! Titan!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller! Titan!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller! Titan!
 Titan
 Titan
 Titan
 TitanxN
 Under the weight!
 Under the weight!
 Under the weight!
 Under the weight!
 
 Wrought from the rock that stands upon old,
 With heart of black and a stare that's cold.
 Cold are the hands that grasp at your soul,
 'Fore the graves are dug and the death knells toll.
 Tempered in the flows of the mountain's core,
 Where the rage runs red twixt shore and shore.
 Shorn from the world 'neath the blazing sun,
 Bound to the dark, for the light I shun!
 Wrought from the rock that stands upon old,
 With heart of black and a stare that's cold.
 Cold are the hands that grasp at your soul,
 'Fore the graves are dug and the death knells toll.
 Tempered in the flows of the mountain's core,
 Where the rage runs red twixt shore and shore.
 Shorn from the world 'neath the blazing sun,
 Bound to the dark, for the light I shun!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller! Titan!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller! Titan!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller! Titan!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller! Titan!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller!
 Bow down, overdweller! Titan!
 Titan
 Titan
 Titan
 TitanxN
 Under the weight!
 Under the weight!
 Under the weight!
 Under the weight!
 
 Wrought from the rock that stands upon old,
 With heart of black and a stare that's cold.
 Cold are the hands that grasp at your soul,
 'Fore the graves are dug and the death knells toll.
 Tempered in the flows of the mountain's core,
 Where the rage runs red twixt shore and shore.
 Shorn from the world 'neath the blazing sun,
 Bound to the dark, for the light I shun!
 Wrought from the rock that stands upon old,
 With heart of black and a stare that's cold.
 Cold are the hands that grasp at your soul,
 'Fore the graves are dug and the death knells toll.
 Tempered in the flows of the mountain's core,
 Where the rage runs red twixt shore and shore...
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