Thrall

Impale the weak upon the death machine

Infecting all with poison seeds

This is the rise of the new world order

Oppressing those within its reach

This is the age of subjugation

Blindfolded, bound our hands

These are the days of domination upon this dying land

A costly ransom, all hope is lost

Enslaving minds by any means

Fight in vain, we are powerless

And still rolls on the death machine

This is the age of subjugation

Blindfolded, bound our hand

These are the days of domination

Global destructive plans

False promises and misdirection

Injustice is at hand

We cannot purge the infection

Upon this dying land