les morts-vivants

billytalentband:

Viking Death March

Down, lets take it down,

Raise up their heads on a stake

We will show no mercy on evolutions mistake

Change, will have to wait

If we can’t decide on a fate

Self- appointed prophets and their doomsday charade

 

You preach about love, teach about faith

But all your beliefs are still rooted in hate!

 

Crosses still burn, axes still fall                                                

Down on your knees you just don’t look so tall!

 

Stop, punch in the clock,

Punch it with all of your rage,

Ya put the man in office for a minimum wage

Rats, fighting for scraps,

They’ve siphoned the gas from your tank,

Left your pockets empty as they laugh to the bank

 

They speak about trust, but make no mistake

They’re shaking your hand while they spit in your face!

 

Crosses still burn, axes still fall

Cause down on your knees you just don’t look so tall!

Crosses still burn, axes still fall

Cause down on your knees you just don’t look so tall!

 

Now! the time is now

We can still turn it around,

Raise your voice like a weapon, till they fall to the ground

Light! Let there be light.

Without a shadow of doubt

We will fight tooth and nail until salvation is found

 

So how can you look, the world in the eyes,

When all we can see is corruption and lies?

 

Down on your knees, you don’t look so tall,

Down on your knees, you don’t look so tall,

Cracking the whip on the backs of the poor,

We asked you to stop but you still wanted more,

The blood on your hands left a trail as you crawl,

down on your knees you just don’t look so tall

 

Crosses still burn, axes still fall

Down on your knees you just don’t look so tall!

Crosses still burn, axes still fall

Down on your knees you just don’t look so tall!

Crosses still burn, axes still fall

 

Down on their knees, they don’t look so tall

Open your eyes and the empire falls!