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Death Of The Meek

Best be prepared to meet your maker

Best be prepared to face your god

Justified unholy nightmare

Crucified of pride, you're robbedNo escape, it's too late

The hammer crashes down

Do or dieCauterize to stop the blood flow

Still these tortures just begun

Eternal seconds keep on repeating

Charred retinas, a black collapsed lungNo escape, it's too late

The hammer crashes down

Do or dieAll your fears

Won't match the wasted years

Of isolation in due time

I will ingest your kind

Quench my starvationAll present and accounted for

Hush, do not speak

For tonight I raise a glass

To the death of the meekWe are the chosen

And we bare the sign

Their weapons are useless

Our weapons our mindNo you can't believe

How you will inspire

Soon set to be free

Our blessed desireYou won't be imprisoned

No, you won't be ashamed

You won't be stripped of your language

Or your family nameNo more inner demons

No more bitter spite

No more of the blood stained walls

Of your ancestral prideComatose, your eyes grow vacant

A paralyzing fear that builds

Stripped of your pathetic icons

Robbed of your heroic willArtifact, your way of thinking

Your bones hang up upon my wall

Another fallen empire

The most self-righteous one of allNo escape, it's too late

The hammer crashes down

Do or dieIn due time I will ingest mankind

Quench my starvation

Songwriters

Robert Cavestany;Mark James OseguedaPublished by

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