Max Morton - The Storm and The Ruler lyrics

You're not a woeful martyrs You're not an exhausted warders And at none of days You were not so weak Contagious, like a plague Go bury yourself as deep as you can Your wisemen were never felt so bad Storm of fear will devour the seed of that sacred land Open your eyes! Open your eyes! Your gods are speechless [Open your eyes! Open your eyes! Your gods are speechless.] The Ruler is steeped in his sins But, what can we say? God's wrath is fueled by lies His patience is overwhelmed The Ruler is steeped in his sins How much is he willing to pay? He's just a man Your venomous words Will crumble when you break the line Your sacred patrons are not prepared for it Blood doesn't spill from your veins So why do you feel this pain? We grab your life, pierce it with knife But you fight - and we'll end this strife Just look around and you would Be able to regret We'll erase you into ash Therefore our sons will tear these chains The Storm will bring you d**h Begin to dig the graves!