A thousand bloody hand prints stain the walls of liberty
A stranger hides in dreams denied, awaiting his release
I've seen this picture before
I never thought that we would end up here
When fascism comes as an angel of light
It's license parading as tyranny drives forth its son
The son of morning dominating fears, afflicitng fallen men
His body highly organized, it's coming into prominence
To bear its ominous warnings
It's in your blood to comprehend its origin
For those who refuse to remember the past are condemned to repeat it
The first and the last, dust to dust ...
History is his story
And life is laughing at its peril
Building towers that come forth in men
Shifitng powers consuming us within
They will puzzle the apostles till the end
Enter into the silence, into the dying life of America
The brave, the slave, the grave
The shattered pigs dying as primitive savages
Eating their flesh, they will lie rotting in dirt
While a stranger among you has challenged the course
Of inhuman existance and alien forces
The birth of the black prince is setting the stage
In its thriving dissension, exalting his rank
And the innocent man will fall victim to hands in the trial of the truth
And its twisted reversal
The union of factions bleeds shock to the system
For civilization had ended today
The transitional nature of acts and society climb in its place
While its face re-creates until your God is dead
Enlighten me with your pale statues, face of inhibition
And until your reign has ended, frighten me with your
Stale-taste-tongue of inquisition
In your eyes I willcome forth in men with no justice
No order to defend, and the stone will be cast again ...
Enter into the fire, into the bloody gates of America
The great, the fate, the late
Writer(s): Jeff Clayton, Jason Scott Hartley, Eric Clayton, Erich Nathan V. Hala
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