paroles de chanson デリヴァー・アス・トゥ・イーヴル - Thy Art Is Murder

Deliver us to evil
Tear the blackened hearts from the populace
Deliver us to evil
Eradicate the corrupt with prejudice
Drag them from the mansions
Take them from their hollow possessions
And have them stare in the faces of the hungry
As they burn for their transgressions
Shallow graves
Stuffed with gold
Governments
Bought and sold
Palaces in deserts
Overlooking the slums
Starving and famished
The poor are the forgotten ones
Modern slavery, the scales are tipped
Poverty and ruin in a game that's fixed
Deliver us to evil
Tear the blackened hearts from the populace
Deliver us to evil
Eradicate the corrupt with prejudice
Drag them from the mansions
Take them from their hollow possessions
And have them stare in the faces of the hungry
As they burn for their transgressions
The rich get richer
The poor get poorer
The hands of greed
Lead the lambs to the slaughter
Bow to your empty god
Bow to your empty god
Shallow graves
Stuffed with gold
Governments
Bought and sold
Deliver us to evil
Deliver us to evil