اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
An emblem of sinister decay encumbers our primal glory
With dominance swelling amongst the olden reign
Prophecies of a neglected plague now in sight...
The branding of one and all...
Born to work the fields of progress, a gift passed down
Feeding with blood the growth of power with ankles bound
Forced to plant the barren seeds that overrun the knowledge tree
Gnawing on the hand that feeds and all its guise
Abiding by the molded form
Proclaims an eternal covenant
Our soul's essence to linger and remain spoken with virtue
Faith is hung upon your doorstep the crease unfurled
Portaying the colors of your neighbors who mold your world ?
Your own beliefs you will deny for safety from their judging eyes
Gnawing on the hand that feeds and all its guise
Dreams of fragile minds now embalmed with pouring lies...
All desires sacrificed !
Relinquished passions waver lifeless at each end
A breeding replica bears the silhouette of shame
And spreads its filth unknown to most...
With fear binding remorse
The word of god written by man
Tainted with sand and poisoned with blood
