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• Artiste: Antestor
• Titre: All Towers Must Fall
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Brothers! Trust not the kings of this world trust not the snakes by the crowns on their heads 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 We will look for embers of humanity in the ashes of the empires brought to justice