Muted Servant

In pursuit of greatness many fall
In pursuit of life many perish
Following the maiden's call
Sacrificing everything they cherish
A steep price for a shallow goal

The last chance to make amends
A devilish construct without sense

Lured in by prospect of prosperity
Driven by the hell behind their backs
Words without an ounce of sincerity
Ignite the flame
That lets us see beneath
The crooked truth we seek
And lets us take the blame

The last chance to make amends
A devilish construct without sense
When will we see?

Another one falls for the venom they spit
Dreadful calls from the endless pit

Now that all is lost
Where is our sanctuary
Now we all have to brace
Ourselves against this blasphemy

This is our path
What's done is done
Force our wrath
You cannot run



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Brandl, Alexander Dahlen, Felix Betschart, Max Reindl, Tobias Wiltschko
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