Holes To Bury The Dead

We are the heralds
The bringers of dawn
Spearheads of men and second to none

We were chosen by the Sun to lead our kind
Our endeavor is to reach beyond horizon

Sole masters of fate
United for freedom
Divided by name

Building the new on the ruins of the lost
Crippling the limbs of foul progressive cause

Spiralling silence herding the whole

Deceitful justice won’t take its toll

Red marshalls gather for indoctrination
A system designed to control

Breeding correctness beyond
Infusing the masses with fear as the law

Hail our saviors possessing the key to the scarlet sky
Constrained in shackles, saving prayers at the church of lies

Enrapturing servants kept in comatose

Trailblazers of glory, we’re storming
Denying all fear made for ruling our thoughts (of self-determination)
Our footprints mirror to holes

To bury the dead
Holes to bury the dead
(Oh) Bury the dead
Holes to bury the dead

No memories left to haunt our ambitions
(No state held higher than our choices)
Onwards we march
With courage
Arise

Aimed for above
Bearing flag from below
Trespassing barriers of time

Proud, the rebels standing righteous
Exalting loyalty to what makes us

Holes to bury the dead