Letras
Crawling masses,
Failing light.
We were never happy.
We were never free.
Vessels of power broken and drained.
A world of hollow minds,
Filled with hollow lies.
Graveyards full of crosses, corpses and dead roses.
Sacrificial beasts waiting for the hammer.
Every home an alter,
Flowing with despair.
Waiting at our doors they beg like starving dogs.
Bodies to devour,
Hungry for our hearts.
Feast of fear.
Manipulated children with mutilated hearts,
Take back what's yours.
Scale the endless wall of skulls.
Seek the summit.
Lift heavy hands of melancholy from our eyes.
See that peace of mind is the death of freedom.
For we are free but empty.
Lead the crawling masses,
Who cast long shadows,
In the failing light of their dusk.