Death Of The Meek歌词

作词 : OSEGUEDA, MARK
作曲 : CAVESTANY, ROB
Best be prepared to meet your maker
Best be prepared to face your god
Justified unholy nightmare
Crucified of pride, you're robbed
No escape, it's too late
The hammer crashes down
Do or dieCauterize to stop the blood flow
Still these tortures just begun
Eternal seconds keep on repeating
Charred retinas, a black collapsed lung
No escape, it's too late
The hammer crashes down
Do or dieAll your fears
Won't match the wasted years
Of isolation in due time
I will ingest your kind
Quench my starvation
All present and accounted for
Hush, do not speak
For tonight
I raise a glass
To the death of the meek
We are the chosen
And we bare the sign
Their weapons are useless
Our weapons our mind
No you can't believe
How you will inspire
Soon set to be free
Our blessed desire
You won't be imprisoned
No, you won't be ashamed
You won't be stripped of your language
Or your family name
No more inner demons
No more bitter spite
No more of the blood stained walls
Of your ancestral pride
Comatose, your eyes grow vacant
A paralyzing fear that builds
Stripped of your pathetic icons
Robbed of your heroic will
Artifact, your way of thinking
Your bones hang up upon my wall
Another fallen empire
The most self-righteous one of all
No escape, it's too late
The hammer crashes down
Do or dieIn due time
I will ingest mankind
Quench my starvation