Creed - Xentrix

My anger is blood from the oldest stone

And I’m not the only one

What I face tomorrow, never face alone

Take what should be mine

For you justice colourised

You’ve been taking a weak man brainwashed

Like a comatose, take him to your own

So speak of pride, the crimes you hide

The poison speeches and vicious lies

So this is the web you weave

This calm deceit

And you call me brother no friend to me

Take what…

So speak of pride

Behind the terror mask lies the fear

You mask it with cold belief

You convince each other you have a voice to hear

Take what…

So speak of pride…