Fall Of The Empire
This is an magnificist, go destroy your apathy.
Dividing and conquering, won't you bring us to the bone.
Bring the creatures two by two, money makes us kill the song.
Raising on the statues leaves, standing for a thousand years.
A thousand years.
But who put the will in you there office?
Who put the blood-lust in their servitude?
Who let the flame throwers on the playground?
Who turned the children to soldiers to follow you?
Are you waiting for the fall?
Now isn't it about time? It's all with you where to go.
You've come to here with nothing at all.
Fire and brimstone preacher man, not what holy scriptures say.
Where would the children end, sent the soldiers away.
To the wilderness, into virgins thousand bones.
Lost in the underworld until the day I die.
The day you die.
But who put the will in you there office?
Who put the blood-lust in their servitude?
Who let the flame throwers on the playground?
Who turned the children into soldiers?
Who let corruption in the heartland?
Who are killers in sheeps clothing?
Enter the proclaim each new conversion.
Hail each season notes that follow you.
Well, are you waiting for the fall?
Now isn't it about time? It's all you ever need to go.
You leave here with nothing at all.