Word of the Master, Blood of the Slave

Living in a plane of misery
In which despite you work it goes to hell
Blinded masses contempt with bread
Bread of other taken away

Can't break this cycle of fear
Fear imposed by the lords
Lords of a realm with no serfs
Just simple men turned into slaves

Early grave working until you are death
Is the word of the master
Your bones are dust life has withered away
Is the blood of the slave

Control and domain even today
Society seems to be dying out
To resist is to question words
Words of cowards, fools and traitors of men

Can't break this cycle of fear
Fear imposed by the lords
Lords of a realm with no serfs
Just simple men turned into slaves

Early grave working untill you are death
Is the word of the master
Your bones are dust life has withered away
Is the blood of the slave



Credits
Writer(s): Diego Benegas
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