This is our Dawn This is our Age Open the veil Trample the cage Standing with pride Marching with haste Seek out the bastards Lay them to waste
As their fate is taken from their hands the shell remains intact Cold and grey premature death Responsibility belongs to someone else Faith and speculation
Propaganda terror drive Spilling from the weapon Lock them up with fear Spineless surrender Do what you're told Get back in line Sell your fucking
Black metal was once a vessel of change A tool for sweeping away the obscene nature of illusions Now every depressed fuck leeches away at the purity
Nothing's quite what it seems Reveries turned to lucid dreams Bleeding hearts beat beneath the dirt Paranoid watchmen on red alert Another starving
Beside careening walls In a crowded room The Snake sheds in the Space between breaths Black-masked Brothers Reside atop usurped thrones weeping
I see them leave their dwellings I see them crowding the streets I watch them breaking the unspoken Law And still my actions remain discreet I hear
Robbed of my dignity Treading heavy steps Anguish and anxiety Filling every breath This path is leading nowhere I must turn away... Lift me up
