[music: Mike / lyrics: Bastian]
Property, of a million dead lives
Victims, of the prophecy
Slaughtered, for the profit of lies
In agony, we'll decease
Shattered we lie
Slaughtered we die
In times of decay
Afraid of something new
Suffer in pain
Terrorizer
Perished by law
Eyes of the dead I saw
Primacy, is the claim of the wild
Darkness, upon our graves
Waiting, to be slaughtered at dawn
The sunlight is no more to rise
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