They sold their soul for a new beginning They sold their soul ‘cause they were too afraid to fight
A blinding reflection The sun is banned by the window panes A shiny remnant of another time Surrounded by a devastated moorland This middle finger raised to what we are Is going to rot under the weight of our wrath
At the top they wallow in luxury But tears of the slaves slowly flood the foundations
Light fortress carved into the relics of this land Blood stains beneath the gildings Pyro Ent., a shelter for the vultures of today No more, we'll burn it to the ground
The stench of death comes From the depths of the building's spine All the things we hate Gathered in this glass coffin
They hoped for safety but they live in hell Exploited by the cruelty of the powerful Tired of being used and abused We heard the call, we're going to blow it apart
“L'homme en peine devient un prédateur pour l'âme"
Down, knock them down! The scavengers of souls The blood of the slaves has corroded all the walls
Light fortress carved into the relics of this land Blood stains beneath the gildings Pyro Ent., a shelter for the vultures of today No more, we'll burn it to the ground
They sold their soul for a new beginning They sold their soul but we lurk in the darkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
