Servitude کے بول

Chains break yet the line pushes onwards Dust in the cogs has no effect or purpose What little remorse we have suffers, depletes To weak to know who you are Resounding cries And I fear this wretch is whole Day breaks yet the sun's dissipated Iron manacles rattle the cages Debt paid in full to the lords The fiends, the foes, the dogs, they know who you are Resounding cries And I fear this wretch is whole Inhaling its own tail, the cycle repeats They want to see people burn And watch their faces turn Inflicting their pain upon Everyone that breathes under the sun Days blur into one When the curtain drops to obscure The end to the hell that's begun