The legions fed by hate flooding the streets deceive the vow





Not loyal! no more Enchained! no more bowing down so low

They're flesh of feud, a wrathful engine, army of the lame
While lashes of invicibles, shall make them safely tame


In a twisted liberty,
In a warped scheme of life
They will burn your frail wings off

Or dye them red by knife

CHORUS:

And weep will rise
Of shelters right to the naked arms of night
Their Empty homes, calm prayers in the gale

(Will) fade like a moth
In flames, and now they get what they didn't know


There are fights to fail!

The enslaved flesh bowing to shadows flattering with zest

A brand new true blue flock of sheep to follow back to the nest
Free of their fears and free of freedom ridded of their thoughts
Each one of them flowless and holow machine


In a twisted liberty,
In a warped scheme of life

They will burn your frail wings off
Or dye them red by knife


CHORUS:
And weep will rise
Of shelters right to the naked arms of night

Their Empty homes, calm prayers in the gale
(Will) fade like a moth
In flames, and now they get what they didn't know


There are fights to fail!