A Crusades Paradigm by Release the Blackness Lyrics
A sick voice calls for madness
To devour all that craves for the self
The face of decay, the spirit of despair
Rejoices in the fall of men
As they blacken the sky
Our securities crumble into fear
In the age of pain and hate the weak shall not prevail
Watch now as they claim the hegemony of freedom
Void of misery awaits the weak
Bliss collides with this absolute nonsense
When every breath will define the end
You all will stand proud as kings
Blessed by blood, denying the gift of intellect
When every breath will define the end
We all will lie pale on the ground
Soulless gods are singing a crusade’s paradigm
Through their eyes we see the shade of what we’ve been
Reckless overlords of war
Through their eyes we see the shade of what we are
Puppets fearing truth
Of course now they’re the beasts
The ones we need to kill
In name of our lies and pride
Is that what you call faith?
Is life the right price to pay?
Our profits go beyond death
When every breath will define the end
You all will stand proud as kings
Blessed by blood, denying the gift of intellect
When every breath will define the end
We all will lie pale on the ground
Soulless gods are screaming again and again and again
When every breath will define the end
We all will lie pale on the ground
Soulless gods are singing a crusade’s paradigm
To devour all that craves for the self
The face of decay, the spirit of despair
Rejoices in the fall of men
As they blacken the sky
Our securities crumble into fear
In the age of pain and hate the weak shall not prevail
Watch now as they claim the hegemony of freedom
Void of misery awaits the weak
Bliss collides with this absolute nonsense
When every breath will define the end
You all will stand proud as kings
Blessed by blood, denying the gift of intellect
When every breath will define the end
We all will lie pale on the ground
Soulless gods are singing a crusade’s paradigm
Through their eyes we see the shade of what we’ve been
Reckless overlords of war
Through their eyes we see the shade of what we are
Puppets fearing truth
Of course now they’re the beasts
The ones we need to kill
In name of our lies and pride
Is that what you call faith?
Is life the right price to pay?
Our profits go beyond death
When every breath will define the end
You all will stand proud as kings
Blessed by blood, denying the gift of intellect
When every breath will define the end
We all will lie pale on the ground
Soulless gods are screaming again and again and again
When every breath will define the end
We all will lie pale on the ground
Soulless gods are singing a crusade’s paradigm