March Of The Tyrants lyrics

Burning hatred Turning colder Where blood boils to extinguish fear Turn around, you're not welcome here For all the torment I've spread I've chosen you, even though you're reeking with fear Turn around, you're not welcome here When blood breeds joy, Your kind devouring the dying dead. When blood breeds joy, Cutting every inch of their sickened skin When blood breeds joy, The greedy become the elders When blood breeds joy, In here lies the dread Pain Even though the tides will turn Events will come and people will burn To all the tyrants and people like you These words will echo through In numbers you're unbearable Thrown together by a lust for deceit. Digesting the innocent Before the lies turn into a feast When blood breeds joy, Your kind devouring the dying dead. When blood breeds joy, Cutting every inch of their sickened skin When blood breeds joy, The greedy become the elders When blood breeds joy, In here lies the dread Pain Like in a void, you feel nothing Constructed to stand yourself Even though the tides will turn Events will come and people will burn To all the tyrants and people like you Someday these words will echo through In here lies the dread