In Servitude of Silence - Symbolik

Raised in the fairytale

Of evil waiting for a chance to strike

Without our loyalty

We cease to hold a form of reality

All of our heroes will fall

The hopes of our lives will be forfeit to dust

The thought of this madness

Just fuels the devotion to my home

No evil to infest our lands

Never knowing their work

Has already begun

We cannot support the sword

That is wielded to suppress our evolution

This program is failing

The structures collapsing

The source must be shown

If you dig for this truth

Know there is no return

This counterfeit

Prison of civilized madness

Is built to filter out the frail

Leaving a true supply

Of a slavish life

May father time

Bring mercy on humanity

And shed his lightness

In the darkest corners

Of the minds of men

The worst is still yet to come

They’re already within your home

Faith will not comfort you

Built by the ones of what I speak