Tyrants

Tyrant, you'll be damned by your power And the blood you've spilt You will die by the sword The violence We Suffer Why you live for? The walls of creation have been destroyed You may raise your rifle to the sun But you have not won No, you have not won Bastard, you won't be forgiven And no, we won't lay down Tyrant, you're the plague of existence Tyrant, you're the king of the damned The battles of this fashioned war Ain't what we've been fighting for Tyrant, you know your time has come As soldiers emptied Their rounds into your side Tyrant, you know your time has come As soldiers marched on ... Your empty skin