Текст песни Anarchist - Lost Honour

Withstand hatred with anger
Become blessed with desire
Another fool has written
Their last breath
On my neck

We fight the war for the people
But the people end up losing the war
We fight for the sentence
To write our very last fable

No more do I tread on barren roads
And never again will I feed on salvation
Drag the serenity out of me
Just make me whole
Just take me home

I am the anarchist
The last commander
The anarchist
I am the black blood
No storm can stop me
No world can turn me upside down
Anarchist
The world is mine
So let's burn it down

300 people are blessed with a curse
To save each other they must give up first
A story written through funeral ascension
The flame to bring the worthwhile attention

A tower collapsing only dust to remain
A future written in constant decay
The burning soil 5 years in agony
Throughout the years of our meaningless compliancy

I am the anarchist
The last commander
The anarchist
I am the black blood
No storm can stop me
No world can turn me upside down
Anarchist
The world is mine
So let's burn it down

I am the anarchist
The last commander
The anarchist
I am the black blood
No storm can stop me
No world can turn me upside down
Anarchist
The world is mine
So let's burn it down