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Whispers tell the tale, striking distance to defeat
Push so hard to keep sane, wiew the masses so diseased
Violence carries over, find a trace of peace and hide
Those content with slowly dying must arise
Or they´ll find us all

Enslaved, Dead or Depraved
When the choice is made the Martyrs will awake
Enslaved, Dead or Depraved
Piled up high in an unmarked grave

Freedom lies in the thoughts, far beyond what they´ve been told
So at peace are the slaves, who deny imprisoned souls
Black clouds of dispear loom high so surreal, pure greed stands tall
While the rest fucking kneels

They´re Enslaved, Dead or Depraved
Now the choice is made, so much weakness ingrained
Enslaved, Dead or Depraved
Piled up high in an unmarked grave

This world is bent on breaking us
This world is bent on breaking us serve fear, lose or conquer
This world is bent on breaking us
We won´t halt in the path of hardship

Anyone can hold a helm while the sea is calm
But can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on?