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I Watch The March Of The Sheep

Each Day They Walk & Weep

Controlled, With No Empathy

No Questions No Clarity

I See Their Boats Have Sailed

Dust From Gods That Failed

They Are Blinded By Fear

Each Day, Death So Near

The Time Has Come, The Stars Align

Shackles Cant Hold Us.

We Stand On Heathen Ground

Reverence Take A Bow

And Here We Go Again

Another Day Another Toxic Fen

No Sounds Of Communicating

Bleak Ego Illuminating

I Watch Them Stand & Stare

They Breathe The Polluted Air

Products They've Become

Their Minds Completely Numb

Funeral In The Sky

The Storm Is Coming

The Savage Mountain, Gods Now Drumming

We Are The Hungry Wolves

You Are Confronted

In This Sacred Realm

Now You're The Hunted