Spoils Of The Horde

Rah

Return to torches

Pitchforks

Fires thats never cease

The suffering of the oppressed

Cast back at the oppressor's feet

It's a race to the bottom

How deep is your deceit?

No give, all take

Sever the head of the bastard snake

All was spoken for

Before the door was kicked off the hinges

Now we move in darker forms

Yeah, you better pray for fucking forgiveness

A mother's cry, a beggar's plea, the people's final stand

The drugs, the wars, the poverty

It'll fucking break a better man

My blood runs cold

When the heart becomes a black hole

The casualty of our collapse

Kill what you can't control

Kill what you can't control

Scorched-earth fiends

Backroom banshees

Fangs to the throat

Higher sanctum

Inner circle

Leeches, rats and moles

Spoils of the horde

Exterminate their kind

An oath to all who suffer

Take back what's fucking mine

A mother's cry, a beggar's plea, the people's final stand

The drugs, the wars, the poverty

It'll fucking break a better man

My blood runs cold

When the heart becomes a black hole

The casualty of our collapse

Kill what you can't control

I drew a line and I crossed it

The edge is closer this time

I drew a line and I crossed it

It's the only way we survive

There'll be no offering of peace

Only fuel for the fires that never cease

Fucking thieves

Thieves

How deep is your deceit?

Fucking thieves

There'll be a marvelous blaze in your reckoning

All glory to the fires that never burn out

All glory to the fires that never burn out

All glory to the fires that never burn out

All glory to the fires

All glory to the fires that never burn out

All glory to the fires that never burn out

All glory to the fires that never burn out

All glory to the fires