Servants Of Stillness

World becomes one great hole
Of burning corps and tortured souls
Death walks on in burning coat
To rule upon the human drones

Death, hatred, violence, pain

Chaos ruins our world
Brings the violence
Makes us mindless

What is so wrong in head of men
That evil is their primal aim?
Lambs throat is cut now who’s to blame?
For loss of father who will pay?

Death, hatred, violence, pain

Chaos ruins our world
Brings the violence
Makes us mindless