Lambs For Wolfs

No weapons on plastic hands 
the weapons are for the raiders 
of the Black Oceans 

To blowout blasphemy 
into the air, for the human race!! 

While some await 
the dawn 
we're trying 
to everlast 
in this night 

Holding Swords 
and iron peaks 
that belong to our 
fists and souls 

Living-to hear violent simphonies 
Breathing-distorted harmonys 
Blackened minds and blasphemy 
while others are lambs 
eaten by the wolfs