Reaping our weakened minds
Cast out like dogs of war
Taking our bloodied hands
Pulling the triggers
Echoes of insanity whisper in the cold of the night
Moving in and out of our minds
Coming from a place you cannot see
When the dead fill our land
The sign has arrived
We will not survive
From what we've become
Abhorrent warlords profit from our disdain
Hands that craft the art of forlorn
This is now our coming demise
Wretched tyrants now roll The Dice
Consumed our fears... Darkness enshrines
Purging their hate across our lands
This is now our coming demise
Wretched tyrants now roll the Dice
Dictators standing at their lines
Pointing to destroy at will
Order of attack, Crushing all that oppose
Moving in and out of our minds
Coming from a place we cannot see
Seeking our mind decay
From a sound that we can not hear
When the dead fill our land
The sign has arrived
We will not survive
From what we've become
Abhorrent warlords profit from our disdain
Hands that craft the art of forlorn
This is now our coming demise
Wretched tyrants now roll The Dice
The tyrant world decline
We have seen the system divide
Manufactured state of control
Tasting your bitter resolve
When the dead fill our land
The sign has arrived
We will not survive
From what we've become