Composition of the masses





Blood drips down the face of the oppressors

Devastated grounds left bare by the creators

The bodies of human scum, Twisted and dismembered

Vermin of the apocalypse, Forgotten not remembered



Verse 1

They need you for the bleeding

They drain you through feeding

The debt that weighs on their life

Cull the free, slit the throat with the knife

As the apocalypse unfolds

Powerless regime of nations foretold

The decline of all we hold dear

Their agenda now abundantly clear



Your flag is free for burning

Mass graves, ground is now churning



Freedom of the land, rebuilding nations

A clear image, life fulfilled, new creation

The story I must share, all children fought and they lost

Against a foe so dark, who’ll win at any cost.



They gave their lives for the freedom we claim

The grand battle, earns eternal fame

That sacrifice, was not in vain

Not for self, but for mankind’s gain.



Verse 2

Ángels perch upon the headstones

A chorus screaming out to dethrone

Evil that has taken control

The rising tide, forces out, the dark soul

The apocalypse draws to an end

There is hope for peace my friend

The four now laying at peace,

To flourish the land, all conflict now ceased.



Let them create, their plan will unfold

They are the ones who have saved our souls

No more we cower before a beast of hate

We now thrive on the promise of a new fate.



Your flag now free from burning

Mass graves, ground no more churning



Eyes begin to open, hands start to tremble

Waking with a recollection of the stumble

Pulling at the tubes, awaken, try to come through

Breathing for myself, has never become more true



Verse 3

Eyes open but unable to focus

At last, free from the sleeping psychosis

Moving shadows surround my bed

Familiar voices relieve the angst in my head

The apocalypse now a distant ghost

The saviours all, of them I proudly boast

I feel their touch, I’m no longer alone.

The end of everything, I’m finally home.