Once in a time when the world was better there was a price to pay,
Meant to define and behold the strongest, by cutting out the damned,
Corroding all of them!
Easy was the way to discover those who were wimp and weak,
'Cause simple was the way to make them beg for clemency.
All the ancients needed was
To show them all their sins,
On your own you where born,
In your own decline.
Don't deny who you are,
Where you come from where you'll lie.
Same old price, same old sins, but no one now repents, why?
Now those who fall,
Dictate their rules,
A world of lies
We're livin' in
Weaks and wimps are those who reigns,
They rule a silly game,
Basing all their power
On enchainin' those who try to rise.
Far from what the ancients hoped
As sins become their shelters,
Will they ever be defeated,
To bring back good again?
On your own you where born,
In your own decline.
Don't deny who you are,
Where you come from where you'll lie.
Same old price, same old sins, but no one now repents...
Now in this time when the world is broken, old fire burns so cold,
What we believe is a god of power, better defined as "gold".
Slaves of tasty slice of paper,
We smile in misery
Slowly we shall just collapse,
Consumed by thirst and greed
On your own you where born,
In your own decline.
Don't deny who you are,
Where you come from where you'll lie.
On your own you where born,
In your own decline.
Don't deny who you are,
Where you come from where you'll lie.
Same old price,
Same old sins,
Same old smile,
No more dignity...