Marked Ones - Immoralist, Alex Terrible

We are marked for death

No chance of life in this hell called home

No choice but to live with a heart of stone

I will not fight just to be a slave

Close my eyes and lower me in to my grave

We are marked for death

The false idols descendants

Living in the shadows

Feeding off your bad intentions

Four horseman of the apocalypse

They’re coming for our heads

Too bad we’re already dead

Bleed me dry

We are the marked ones

Take my life

We’re the fucking marked ones

Our kind will soon become extinct

Gaps in time eluding the kiss of death

Every second spent breathing and waiting

They won’t stop until they have our heads

To the gallows

Away with the marked ones

Sent to their death without explanation

No more words spoken, mo more souls taken

Just eternal rest for the ones below

Absolute genocide for anyone

With a reason to go on living

We stood no chance

This is the price for our sinning

Narrowly missing our chance at peace

It will be this way until the end of time

Hear the beckoning of souls set free

All around us as they whisper their lies

Bleed me dry

We are the marked ones

Take my life

We’re the fucking marked ones

Give up everything

Give your life to the void of despair

No longer a home, no longer living in your own grave

I will not fight just to be a slave