Enthral - Our Justice Be Done lyrics

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Enthral - Our Justice Be Done lyrics

Gather in circles to collect the wings of the fallen On our mother's ground they were abandoned And here they have lied untouched for centuries These are the only remains of the havoc we created For all those so full of wishes still In the wake of their dreams to become reality And the uncoutable possibilities these hope posses Please cover you up with patience and utter excitement I will return for one last time To place my hands upon your heavy shoulders And invite you to proceed in this final march of honour Through the portals of the temple where within it's four walls Every breath means the ultimate hypocrisy And degradation of our time of history that has pa**ed Now the hour of judgement is at hand! It is time to rip the mask from the face of the master race How come you throughout your life have Denied the importance of the forefather's struggle? Why do you laugh at the honest effort they did stake forth? By... the intention of creating a warthy existence For you to continue to develop Why does it seem to me that we have all taken a step back? Speculations in the dark corners of human nature You shout, and brush aside this as irrational by the evidence That the powers we are in charge of, both negative and posotive Have to be utilised to their full extent Such does life appear in order not to die In a state of mind where personal stagnation in the matter To leave the earth by the images of such a scenery You say, you will not indulge to anyone The silence you feel this void called living has lead youto View this at nothing but a test of the susceptibility of your individuality Only the ones aware there is something greater in store for them Shall be given the right to speak Their voices shall unite with the voices of kings To herald the return of the mother of conviction In celebration of this moment all those who claim themselves believers Can see then have been held as fools for a 1000 years Held to rest by the grip of a faith that preaches Values of insignificance and depression Now they can experience that in the countenance of their idol They have been looked upon upon as spreaders of plague and misery Which will spin on to the day of their termination The ma**es considered worthless Shall bring their acts together So that the oppressors shall be hurted down And no mercy will be given To find out you have been nothing But a test of fame and fortune for others Surely can tear you apart The tongue warning against Believe to have an answer to it all But when all else fails and you are not prepared How can you stand the last fall?