Rule Of The Dead Songtext
von Witheren
Rule Of The Dead Songtext
Each born from conquest:
The law of the forest
The might of god
The rule of reason
Until voted treason
The deformed child of centuries
You somehow celebrate
With feasts, chants, parades
Maintain these sad remains
Long for a past
That never was
Long for the past
Excuse the flaws
Pride yourself for things that you
Didn′t choose and didn't do
Defend this culture against the rest
When it too is all too grotesque
A shackle to be shed
The rule of the dead
A shackle to be shed:
The rule of the fucking dead!
The law of the forest
The might of god
The rule of reason
Until voted treason
The deformed child of centuries
You somehow celebrate
With feasts, chants, parades
Maintain these sad remains
Long for a past
That never was
Long for the past
Excuse the flaws
Pride yourself for things that you
Didn′t choose and didn't do
Defend this culture against the rest
When it too is all too grotesque
A shackle to be shed
The rule of the dead
A shackle to be shed:
The rule of the fucking dead!
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