Masks of Sorrow

Bring 'em on - I'll cut 'em down

Bring 'em on - I'll kill 'em all

As I set foot on so called
Sacred ground
I feel the shiver
Down my spine
It's my pride
That drives me
Through this wicked world
Of human beings wearing
Masks of sorrow

Bring 'em on - I'll cut 'em down

Bring 'em on - I'll kill 'em all

All that's left
Will be fed to the machine
Over and over
Again and again

I won't give in to your
Stupid rituals
I hold my head up high
Although I'm scared
Your hypocrisy gives me
The strength I need
To carry on with this
Masquerade

A dehuman reign!

Feed me - I'm a monstrosity
(so please)
Bleed for me and I will set you free

All that's left
Will be fed to the machine
Over and over
Again and again

I won't give in to your
Stupid rituals
I hold my head up high
Although I'm scared
Your hypocrisy gives me
The strength I need
To carry on with this
Masquerade

A dehuman reign!

Consume what's left
Never ask why
Obey the rules
Soon to die...