Masks of Sorrow - Dehuman Reign

As I set foot on so called

Sacred ground

I feel the shiver

Down my spine

It’s my pride

That drives me

Through this wicked world

Of human beings wearing

Masks of sorrow

Bring 'em on — I’ll cut 'em down

Bring 'em on — I’ll kill 'em all

All that’s left

Will be fed to the machine

Over and over

Again and again

I won’t give in to your

Stupid rituals

I hold my head up high

Although I’m scared

Your hypocrisy gives me

The strength I need

To carry on with this

Masquerade

A dehuman reign!

Feed me — I’m a monstrosity

(so please)

Bleed for me and I will set you free

All that’s left

Will be fed to the machine

Over and over

Again and again

I won’t give in to your

Stupid rituals

I hold my head up high

Although I’m scared

Your hypocrisy gives me

The strength I need

To carry on with this

Masquerade

A dehuman reign!

Consume what’s left

Never ask why

Obey the rules

Soon to die…