Suffering The Tyrants

作词 : Wongraven

Crawling down the road of lifeanother hopeless epoch

Gruesome soul numbness

People stare, do they knowna firm fist of misery

I am suffering the tyrants

Every gesture is a malicious attack

But it shall not coincidewith the

Lion's downfall

There are no tears

Nowhere to channel the anger

No feeling of guilt

How can they feast upon the

Lion without knowing?

Nowhere to leave the pain...

He will eventually rise again

Hunt him down (when He is at his weakest)

Tempt him down (on His knees if you can)

Stronger than all (so it's futile)

All there is left (right now) is personal pride

Enough to return with rays of light