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