Portraits in Sound

歌詞

The burdening looks of the profane Their watching eyes, a tormenting strain Cursed to wander in this strange land amongst the lame For how long must we play this game? The load I have to carry To cope with their horrid masquerade Drooling mouths conjoined in awe for mundane glory A blind procession bound for the grave The living dead around me I see Shackled in line they keep spreading their seed But I know that in time, all by the Master's grace Triumphant I'll stand to see the end of their ways The tormenting sight of the soulless Brain-washed minds in a tragic mess Born of mud by the hands of my enemy They're shaped and fit for an endless sleep The living dead around me I see Chained by their necks, yet spreading their seed But I know that in time, all by the Master's grace Triumphant I'll stand to see the end of their ways Long live the silent Who behind our masks take the Warrior's Stance The exiled and branded and hidden ones Despising the tyrant's dance Blood shall adorn our tools of harvest As faithful shades blind their watching eyes So we may work in this place of unrest Relieved from all con men of lies The living dead around us must bleed In shallow graves we shall plant them as seeds And we know for all time, all by the Master's grace The shades we so plant will oblige and obey