Beneath These Hills of Iron

Rise from the gorge that has you trapped
Imprisoned by their phony standards
Liberty is overhyped when all it does is keeping us in line
No remorse, no forgiveness (and) no holding back
Grind these shackles into dust - undo this fucking world
Tarnished costumes that move in line - hopeless and misguided
Words drip from lying holes while poisoned minds stay open-minded
In our trenches, helmets on - bracing for impacts
We taste the blood's bitterness, stricken by melancholy
And so it ends… and so it ends the fire in our hearts beneath these hills of iron
Savage chants of revolution muzzled in conflict
Desolation dominates the chasm in our minds
Ruled by blood - ruled by power - echoes from our past