Face the Charge

Storms of sabers and enslaved beasts Death's coming out from the morning mist The cavalerie is rushing your way Rushing your way Rushing aah Make the world a better place Turning leed into gold Innovation and childish faith Now you're trapped into a mold Black smoke Dark clouds made of trash Breath in, as your lungs turn to ash Your laws won't help you anymore You will be slaid by the elite Speed and violence make your defeat Face the charge You think we live in a new order A spectral rage lays underground Underground