Jasta - Enslaved, Dead Or Depraved (Feat. D. Randall Blythe Of Lamb Of God) | Текст песни

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• Enslaved, Dead Or Depraved (Feat. D. Randall Blythe Of Lamb Of God)

Whispers tell the tale;Striking distance to defeat;
Push so hard to keep sane;View the masses so diseased;
Violence carries over;Find a trace of peace and hide;
Those content with slowing dying must arise;Or they'll find us all;

Enslaved,dead or depraved;When the choice is made;The matyrs will awake;
Enslaved,dead or depraved;Piled high in unmarked grave;

Freedom lies in thought;Far beyond what they've been told;
So at peace are the slaves;Who deny imprisoned souls;
Black clouds of despair loom so high,so surreal;Pure greed stands tall;
While the rest f*cking kneel;

They're Enslaved,dead or depraved;Now the choice is made;
So much weakness ingrained;
Enslaved,dead or depraved;Piled high in unmarked grave;
This world is bent on breaking us;
This world is bent on breaking us;
SERVE; FEAR; LOSE OR CONQUER;
This world is bent on breaking us;We won't halt in the path of hardship;
Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm;
But can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on?;
Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm;
But can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on?;
Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm;
But can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on?;
Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm;
But can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on?;
Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm;
But can anyone dictate a war ........