run out of spite Masters of metal, agents of steel Masters of metal, agents of steel Masters of metal, agents of steel Masters of metal, agents of steel
Tulkojums: Agent Steel. Aģenti tērauda.
to run out of spite Masters of metal, agents of steel Masters of metal, agents of steel Masters of metal, agents of steel Masters of metal, agents of steel
Mid-day heat is low Sun torches victims skin Priests rise to command Blood spills the altar stairs Sacrifice to their gods Sun sets the slaves all die
In the mist of a windswept plain We carried the gifts that our priests had restrained Chanting awaiting the gods of the sun We're children of sorrow
t go on earning Unless you have paid, You're not who decides this It's not In Your hands Beware burning bridges This one's made of steel, You might need
Erasing the earth through the wave of your hand Your life means much more than mine Gathering strength you await your command We've stared at the sun
Hold close the human in you Cherish your freedom, let nothing deny you Your enemy hides from the truth Clings to the darkness covers in the shadow You
With its dawn rides cold oppression Foreign armies settle on new shores Called to negate insurrection Armed enforcers ready to make war Neo-Kosacks in
To execute, you made no compromise, men aren't pigs (Slaughtered) Infected with a plague or rendered with a scalpel by you You make the claim, it was
The night sheds it's cold mist on luminous streets The revenge that you seek will all come back to you Do you know what you've done? No justice was won
Rot in cages we crouch naked Waiting for the rest to land Extended faith they betrayed our friendship Imprisoned us by our own hand Time for us to wake
144,000 Gone with the opening, opening of the door 144,000 Gone with the opening, opening of the door 144,000 Gone with the opening, opening of the door
A paper clip base in the late 1940's Camp Hero, a tribute to time traveling Horus Stationed on top of an undersea mountain A piece of Atlantis where Montauks
One world, new order Illuminati uses you Their jury, their justice But for the chosen few Who is the great dictator? Who oils the grand machine? Who
Prepare for the coming of the Godz Into the mouth of the triangles lair, The Erra presage tells us It's time The open door pulls you in as you're lured
realize? Conscious And the world is dreaming Freedom Demands an equal price I'll fight, I'll fight In an insurrection You'll taste the steel of the
Our time keeps us measured Not enough of the gifts we treasure Can't stop we keep pushing forward Stare straight through the future Constant therefore
