Prisoners

Victims of events without control
In the name of something called "Justice War"
A rising breed filled with death and hate
To make the chosen one last standing man
Forced labor, striped uniforms
Condemning men to final stake on
Cattle cars built with rotting flesh
The whole globe looks inert

Mind rejects its own weak corpse
To abandon self control
The well-trained torments of
Prisoners, slaves forced to hell
Plots in the name of mother war
To be self king on world
Well-trained men make
Prisoners, pumping hatred blood

Children torn from their mothers' arms
Feed the earth within cage of bones
Dying as swans in a lake of sorrow
Sight... piled bodies
Hives... empty hearts rises
Like the rotten smells in the abyss

Mind rejects its own weak corpse
To abandon self control
The well-trained torments of
Prisoners, slaves forced to hell
Plots in the name of mother war
To be self king on world
Well-trained men make
Prisoners, pumping hatred blood

Blood paints walls of this wooden spark
Collecting the strongest to stake them on
The weak march under sign of death
Spitting the hate they carve in themselves
Hall of stones, holes of human bones
Genocide! In the name of what?
Hope is memory and faith is done
A crowd of prisoners to sacrifice the rest of all!

Blood stained walls!
Mud makes corpse!
Blood stained walls!
Power stands tall!

Blood stained walls!
Mud makes corpse!
Blood stained walls!
Power stands tall!

Children torn from their mothers' arms
Feed the earth within cage of bones
Dying as swans in a lake of sorrow
Forced labor, striped uniforms
Condemning men to final stake on
Cattle cars built with rotting flesh
The whole globe looks inert

Mind rejects its own weak corpse
To abandon self control
The well-trained torments of
Prisoners, slaves forced to hell
Plots in the name of mother war
To be self king on world
Well-trained men make
Prisoners, pumping hatred blood