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On the breach of something good

Seems it's misunderstood

They wish to be the conscience of our kind

So eager to control our minds

The masters and their slaves

Filling up the graves

Roaming through the land

Blood is on the sand

No infection for the cure

But it's necessity, they're sure

Why can’t we see that they are right

Howcome, we don’t join in their fight

The masters and their slaves

Filling up the graves

Roaming through the land

Blood is on the sand

The masters and their slaves

Filling up the graves

Roaming through the land

Blood is on the sand

No morning in sight

It seems we're all losing this fight

Fear of the ghost

Scare them the most

Their guns are triggered by fear

The thunder on the battlefield

Forced the enemy to yield

The silence on the battleground

Will be a terrifying sound

The masters and their slaves

Filling up the graves

Roaming through the land

Blood is on the sand

The masters and their slaves

Filling up the graves

Roaming through the land

The masters and their slaves

Roaming through the land