Like Gods Among Mortals
MAIK WEICHERT
There is no peace to find
And empty words of regret fade away.
As greed of gain has drowned all temperance.
There's nothing left to stem the rising blackness.
This is the agony of human sympathy.
Merchants of misery assumed control.
Leading a biased trail.
The ruin of democracy.
They sell the seeds of perdition.
To the highest price.
Like gods among mortals they walk.
The way of damnation.
Death-mongers, elected and legitimized.
Sitting in secret councils.
Corrupted henchmen, no beholder.
Fraternity is wiped from the face of this earth.
They sell the seeds of perdition.
To the highest price.
Like gods among mortals they walk.
The way of damnation.