Letras
You think you chose them
The rulers, the rebels, the righteous kings
But the truth?
You only chose the voice that screamed loudest in your cage
The hands pulling the strings never change
They wore crowns and uniforms
But also robes
Scripture twisted to serve the same masters
Faith turned to chains. Hope into silence
They sold you heaven while building your hell
And you thanked them for it
They taught you to kneel before thrones and altars alike
To fear the unknown more than the known evil
To trade your will for false salvation
But make no mistake—
The puppets preach... the strings command
And the strings?
They stretch through history... soaked in blood and gold
March, obey, bleed, believe
It makes no difference to them
Whether you kneel or rise—
You're still dancing on strings
Welcome... to the reign of the Lords of Ruin