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 ........