The meek inherit nothing they deserve not our virtue They shall not behold the spoils they sustain us Surround me with their broken bones cut out their tongues to silence the judgement A needle in the spine for every futile breath they take Cringing in abject slavish fear, they bleed like pigs Abyssal hunger, predator among the flock Their cries of pain fetched me, no flesh would be spared
I mapped their scars and read our fortune in their entrails I taste the blood on the lips of the dead Waiting for the echoes of their screams cringing in abject slavish fear They crawl to me on crippled limbs and feed me with their sufferingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
