The gift of leadership abused and raped. You can’t take back what you have sown. The manufactured laws you created to validate your evil doings have fallen and your kingdom reeks of its violation. Through centuries you treated them like cattle. Authority bestowed upon you from worthy coin and worthy loin. Abused like a cheap whore. They harbour morbid thoughts of balance if given chance which will soon be granted. And they want more than words of sorrow as you descend into their hands. The sky is pried open You are blind to it’s reach So consumed with wealth The moon cowers in Exposing all your odds The morales you’ve forgotten You hold your hand out in fear Raising the head of the slain Watch out These times are ruthless Even for the angel ov man Tempted by all things No liberation for his kin The grave will consume us all just the same As you fall from throne their daggers will be waiting to restore order from tortured hands. You wish to repent the acts you have inflicted but they want more than words of sorrow as you descend into their hands. The sky is pried open You are blind to it’s reach So consumed with wealth The moon cowers in Exposing all your odds The morales you’ve forgotten You hold your hand out in fear Raising the head of the slainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
