Antestor - All Towers Must Fall lyrics

Brothers!

Trust not the kings of this world

Trust not the snakes by the crowns on their hands

The scorching of septic flesh, the riddance of the yoke

They have lured upon us, scorching into our flesh

The melting of golden crown into ploughshares


Be not like the princes

Rip not your heart of flesh out in search of a golden one

Glory of this world is but vapour


All towers will tear and fall to the ground


Trust not the kings of this world

For ever to their shackles they us bind

Look for not to their sliver for hope, that blinding glimmer


Let not our thoughts be bent to the ways of their greed

For ever like a rabid mongrel

Greed bite the hands that feeds it


Let justice be wreaked on the wolves of their thrones


Brothers!

Let us be rid of this curse

Let us be different, let us inverse


The riches of this world are but vapour,

Towers ready to fall


In the valley of death we are all beggars


Their castles will crumble, and the waves run them over

And grind them to sand


All towers must fall, throne rooms and gilded halls

Facing the flood of an unending tide


All tyrants will crawl, like the snakes they were

Stealing, making idols for their own destruction

False flames in the hearts of man


All flesh will rot, all hearts will stop


Will we look for embers of humanity in the ashes

Of the empires brought to justice






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