Machine Insurgency - Xerath

Day one the first of many dead

As your homes are levelled to the floor

Demons or infidels?

No prayers to go serve to save you from the slaughter

A nation bought to the front lines

Enter the war machine and erase the peasant race

By the words of dictatorship

When masses don’t question

They become the sacrificial bodies

To the will of false gods

Engineered to erase your world

And destroy your entire existence as you know it

Demons or infidels?

7

Or just distant enemies?

Homeless and force underground

Under the metal storm falling from the sky

Families caught in the crossfire

Not a martyrs death

Simply one of the dead

Metal shreds flesh with ease dies washed up lifeless

Bone washed up lifeless

Born shattered burnt and torn

Vacant eyes from this shell

How did it end like this

Just the same?

One day of quiet

Amongst many storms

Friends witness friends

Beaten to the floor

Down in the light of day

Pray as they might more must follow

Demons of infidels just the same