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Do you hear the drums of the warmonger's charge?
As you feed on our toil, exploit our hard work
And children whisper behind closed doors
To never more suffer never-ending wars...
The faith we once had, now flickers and dims
Those things we thought sacred, now uncertain
The sermons ring hollow, the arguments thin
As our prayers echo unanswered in silence and pain...
Not for glory. Not for praise.
Not for the promise of better days...
We pray for freedom, we are not slaves,
The myth is dead no matter how much you pray...
A single crack now splits to fracture,
A system broke an empire's rapture...
When all is said and done,
For all your sins you will atone...
You will atone...
In the shadows of a dying golden sun
Tired superstitions no longer spoken by any-one
Our 'saviours' arrive in force armed with guns
Bringing fear and destruction, yet haven for none
Cities once lined with golden walls
Spray-painted with the truth of real words
The Emperor's light burns no more,
No gods, no masters, no chains, no war...
Not for glory. Not for praise.
Not for the promise...
The good were dreaming, thinking they were free...
So they obeyed as they ignored their pleas
Your fall from grace now we see the end
Only just the start of your final descent...
When all is said and done,
For all your sins you will atone...
You will atone...
As the statues bleed and our homes burn,
We throw oil on the fire, a dead imperium,
We used to pray to the golden throne,
The only reply: 'Obey or suffer worse'...
This may be just a game,
At least play by your own rules
You took all you wanted made you rich and cold
Now that you rule, You are nothing but cruel,
Punishing those who did the same as you...
Not for glory. Not for praise.
Not for the promise of better days...