歌词
Unchained liberty
Sweat tastes like ropes
Annihilate all dreams
The ink is dry now
No justice to deny
Will she ever be at peace?
Even her skin doesn't fit
You paid the price
They took everything but blood
No salvation, even in death
No salvation, even in death
They slit the victims' throats, and you were scared
They put rusty chains. A call to hatred
Picture this tragedy
Call to hatred
Call to hatred
Picture this
Cursed memory on dry lips
Picture this
Eyes fixed, skin deep
The taste of cursed memory on dry lips
The pages are turning, details fade away,
Their rotten book is a reflection of decay
The whip-bearers are blood ink writers
A rage contained. Eyes fixed, skin deep
Picture this
White shadows have wasted their lives starving the beast
The Damned of the Earth thirst of justice
They better fear the "roar of the bewildered herd"
The testimony of a long awaited resurgence