Ancestor کے بول

Protector of the darkness in all hearts The contradiction pacifies The scope of tyrants, panoramic now As lies fall from a bastard’s crooked mouth The golden era, bloodstained and wrong The way it has been, all along The numbers rising, the names have changed All else the same. Ancestor Eyes carved in stone, can not reveal Human feces smeared across our frail divinity Forever our own worst enemy High priests and traders, prey on the weak The exploitation of what you believe The choice of hunger or slavery The truth is that the ways of old are hardly gone The oppressed still scream the song The way it has been, all along The numbers rising, the names the same Nothing has changed. Ancestor Contagious ignorance, your promise is defiled Amnesiac, repeat the past, again Again and again and again Ancestor First, last, only