4 acessos
This is a haunted land
And the ghouls walk among men
Their affliction transcends
We are beyond redemption
Beyond sympathy
Behold the fruits of our labor
The ill-begotten spoils of war
De-education is the sharpest blade
With which to amputate
Pride, confidence, wisdom and honor
Genetically picked out and slaughtered
A heavy conscience hangs
Only on those who dare to see through the dream
We justify the sins of our fathers
We build upon a foundation of bones
We take to heart the lies of our mothers
We lock our souls in an armor of stone
History is written in chalk
By those who hold the steel
Our dreams of vengeance must one day overcome our apathy