A King's Worthy Mustache
Remember The Dead
Astonished by reality We trusted in the mouth of blades This concrete tomb is our destiny So bow to your brave new world Like gregarious animals We act from day to day Lines of mindless consuming zombies Hail their god called capital Nobody cares for tomorrow Age of depression and sorrow So HERE I AM ... PRAYING FOR YOU AND YOUR SANITY remember the dead conjure upon the age of dread Man learned nothing from the past And Books are burning in the night, where consciousness is laid to rest our future falls out of sight this is the way we decline with applause and a passive crowd brui brui brui brui usw oooouuhhhöööö oooooohhhööö uuuuaaaaaaahh uuuuuaaaaaaaahhh!
From Letras Mania