The Seed of Tyrants Songtext
von Primordial

Traitor

These are the traitors you called out
One by one against the wall
You wanted the President′s dead
And the wrists of the state
Bound in the books of the dead

The myths of martyrs
That you created
In the revolution
What will you do?

When the barren earth
That bears your scar (Your scar)
Demands the seed of tyrants (Of tyrants)
And not the reason (Reason) is stopping the mob (The mob)
And bound to the brothers of them all


The myths of martyrs (Martyrs)
That you created (You created)
In the revolution
Ring deep and hollow (Ring deep and hollow)
Now what will you do?
You know what you have today
For freedom

Where there should be rage
There is weeping and silent conformity
Where cities should burn
There is defeat
Raise pyre to infamy

Where are the hands that hewed our future from rubble
Not every statue to the great was conceit

If the church had one neck
I would wring it
If the state had one artery
I would sever it
Torches to the parliament of swine
And iron to the rights of fools