Atlum Schema - Empire of the Soul | Текст песни

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• Atlum Schema
• Empire of the Soul

We drove it down.
Kingdom and settlement fell beneath our feet.
They beg and call,
Shouting for freedom from arms
and industry

We are the accepted face.
We make the rules for the game.
Carry the gun filled with fatal saving grace.

This is an empire,
I’m sure, 'cos the thing that we fear is the thing we fight for.
This is the empire of the soul.

We stole the past.
Culture and evidence fell beneath our feet.
The small man knelt,
reached for the gun I had given him;
so I took my aim

We are the accepted face.
We make the rules for the game.
Carry the gun filled with fatal saving grace.

This is an empire,
I’m sure, 'cos the thing that we fear is the thing we fight for.
This is the empire of the soul.

Dreams and stories
We destroyed it
Change and market the truth