The legions fed by hate flooding the streets deceive the vow Not loyal! no more Enchained! no more bowing down so low They're flesh of feud, a wrathful engine, army of the lame While lashes of invicibles, shall make them safely tame
In a twisted liberty, In a warped scheme of life They will burn your frail wings off Or dye them red by knife
And weep will rise Of shelters right to the naked arms of night Their Empty homes, calm prayers in the gale (Will) fade like a moth In flames, and now they get what they didn't know
There are fights to fail
The enslaved flesh bowing to shadows flattering with zest A brand new true blue flock of sheep to follow back to the nest Free of their fears and free of freedom ridded of their thoughts Each one of them flowless and holow machine
In a twisted liberty, In a warped scheme of life They will burn your frail wings off Or dye them red by knife
And weep will rise Of shelters right to the naked arms of night Their Empty homes, calm prayers in the gale (Will) fade like a moth In flames, and now they get what they didn't know