With the dawn brings vision of the crawling field
Riddled with vain attempts All in a corpse, so familiar
But not my own
This is the difference, between you and I
We are the captive fighters
But cuffs must hold stronger Stronger than skin
Oh, but until the drops number the floor I'll pull
Cause I saw the gates,
And they're guarded by a greedy shield
And the most carnal of edge
This is the difference You've left on your own, so forlorn
What have you done?! You've traded the chains,
And bought yourself a new crown
Now there are no bars! Now there are no bars!
(Be ready) when lips reveal the knives a victim,
from light, becomes feed for the parched
Bishop, you're as far from the cloth as the dogs
And we share that familiar thirst
Bishop, mouths wet with the thought of meat,
To tear and taste, but will it quench? It never does
Oh our crest is the same, but it's a lie when you wear it
It's a lie, but were still seen the same
For the chain and the drops lure
And you, the captive fighter, with victory off your tongue
Don't you see? Thats what you did
When the weak looked up to you!
You fraud! Wear your crown of greed
Light the pyre!
A fraud has been found!
Let it be known, this war will not be won
Without fire, without loss, or without a fight