We are masters of our fate
That the task which has been
Set before us is not above our strength
That its pangs and toils
Are not beyond our endurance
A machinegun that I can't brook to hear
Its melting screams throughout my ears
Their wind caring away the hopes of a new dawn
And in those eyes there lurk a tear
For the things which are
And the things which shall not be hereafter
He shall rule them
With a rod of iron
Shall they be broken to shivers
As the vessels of a potter
No man in heaven, nor in earth
Will stop our path right to the dirt
And the will be lies before they start
Until all mankind be torn apart
And all that remain is blood
Soaking the earth and filling the shores
They wander in darkness
They wander in darkness
And all that remain are tears
Wailling throught the lies of the years
They wander in darkness
They wander in darkness
He shall rule them
With a rod of iron
Shall they be broken to shivers
As the vessels of a potter
And all that remain is blood
Soaking the earth and filling the shores
They wander in darkness
They wander in darkness
And all that remain are tears
Wailling throught the lies of the years
They wander in darkness
They wander in darkness
