Heaven Shall Burn

Heaven Shall Burn - The Final March songtekst

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This is the call to arms, the final call

Exchanged the shuttle for the sword

For generations we slaved away in the shadows of their towers

The world we know, a torture-chamber

Born as servants, exploited till death

To their machines we're marching with Captain Ludd in mind


The final march begins, down with all kings

The shroud we weave completed

The air we breathe is not the stench of slavery

Down with the king!

Down with all kings!


Winter-withered bodies, souls sunken into misery

Our minds and future as black as our masters' hearts

Now we engage the enemy; the web we weave completed

Can't wait for God to judge those monsters

A religion that just mocks us and justifies this misery
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