Death Of The Meek 歌詞

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 die Cauterize to stop the blood flow Still this 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 die All 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 die In due time i will ingest mankind Quench my starvation