Songtexte The Departed (feat. Christian Roche) - Soul Debt

A rat coined pawn
Deflected his birth right
Walks the defected path
To claim his blood oath
Born again into the light
Sub-consciously decides
To defy destiny
To fuel his own temptations

The gears turn
Lit ablaze and burn
March towards thee
Join the regime
Waste of space
Easily replaced
Roll the dice
The rats blood will suffice

Built to protect
The kingpins neck
You're all commended to die
For the old man's life
Take the heat and sit at the table
Indulge in fainted cries
Recall his words once more
Break the oath and in hell you'll lie

Answer his final call
Walk down the barren hall
Digging your shallow grave
His will you disobeyed

Run for the son
Your time has come
Embrace the land never charted
No savior for the departed