This day is stained with blood Content to writhe in failure I'd rather burn than to serve the kingdom At the hands of the oppressor My fallen brethren How far we fall We have opened their eyes to treason Now crush them all This isn't about deception This is endless hypocrisy As the hands of the one we worship The one we bleed I have served the master longer than I've known Bending to a will that conquers and controls My existence is my only role to serve Eternally providing praises to thy throne This heart is burdened beneath this blackened veil These wings are cursed Useless in servitude Conforming to your words I once held oh so dear My kindred legions shall arise
