Enslaved, Dead Or Depraved (feat. D. Randall Blythe) - Jasta, D. Randall Blythe

Whispers tell the tale

Striking distance to defeat

Push so hard to keep sane

View the masses so diseased

Violence carries over

Find a trace of peace & hide

Those content with slowing dying must arise

Or theyll find us all

Enslaved, dead or depraved

When the choice is made

The martyrs will awake

Enslaved, dead or depraved

Piled high in an unmarked grave

Freedom lies in the thoughts

Far beyond what theyve been told

So at peace are the slaves

Who deny imprisoned souls

Black clouds of despair loom high so surreal

Pure greed stands tall

While the rest fucking kneel

Theyre enslaved, dead or depraved

Now the choice is made

So much weakness ingrained

Enslaved, dead or depraved

Piled high in unmarked grave

This world is bent on breaking us

This world is bent on breaking serve, fear, lose or conquer

This world is bent on breaking us

We won’t halt in the path of hardship

Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm

But can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on?

Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm

But can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on?

Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm

But can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on?

Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm

But can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on?

Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm

But can anyone dic…