Born empty with nothing to lose
Given the illusion of the freedom to choose
Taught to conform, taught how to behave
Then left to rot, threadbare and afraid
No helping hands and no loving embrace
A bleak existence enmired in shame
On the horizon we see our fate
Nothingness, futility
Forced onward, everything to lose
Burdened with confusion, all our progress a ruse
We climbed the mountain, climbed out of our graves
We rose from ashes and we are not afraid
No fucking masters, no gods, and no kings
Won't bow my head, I won't kiss any rings
Your time is ending, we know your names
Armageddon
We sharpen our blades
No masters, no gods, no kings
No helping hands and no loving embrace
A bleak existence enmired in shame
On the horizon our legion assembles
"The ruling classes tremble"
No fucking masters, no gods, and no kings
Won't bow my head, I won't kiss any rings
Your kingdom is rotten, putrid, and depraved
On our blades we carve your names
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