Watch the graves overflow at the whim of shadow thrones
Born into golden cradles or risen from mere dust
They claw their way atop the towers
Way beyond the reach of angels to gaze at the meek with disgust
Herding children into war, hiding their d**h amongst the numbers
When profit no longer suffices strive to make them dance to the beat of your song
A bullet will still make its way through their mortal flesh
Their blood runs red and turns to rust when kissed by summer sunlight
Vultures won´t decline the chance to feed on their eyes
Behind the veil there´s true evil to fear and not a single God to find
Venom dripping from the mouth of those entangled in their slime
Graves of brothers overflowing, howling wolf of man
The hunger never ends
Sink the knives deep at their command
As if your hands were their very fangs
And let no man reach his final breath with his innocence unscathed
Sink the knives deep at their command
Just reach in, paint them red
And the judgment spreads
And the blame goes silent
And all trust is gone
And the truth is slain
Then the war ignites
And the flames rise higher
As the graves go deep
And the serpents reign