Mookerheyde (Dit Vervloekte Huis)

True heretics will spit at the dogma Imprisoned, with legions on our skin They’ll watch us hang, with smiles on their faces Burning our towns and homes, we die like dogs akin To them, no us, just others Slaughtering all our brothers We stand or we die trying No vision could enlighten them They hunt us like their cattle With every passing battle To them, no benefit Succumb them to death’s rattle You are all apers The sheep to the wolf A candlelight to the sun Seconds to timeless They send us into death Without due diligence They cast us down without thought Kill us with imminence No reason, they want us, taking us without cause Sentence us, unjustly, they read no clause or law Can’t see bigger pictures, no forest for the trees They’re following blindly, bringing us to our knees Treachery, blasphemy none of it true but The rats will lie under the surface Burning our houses, enslaving the masses no freedom And we cannot earn it Death without trial, a king in denial They spill all our blood and then drink it Never be free, it’s a future not seen We are low level people they think it No will, and no way They are a disease If you want to survive Get on your knees No will, and no way They are a disease If you want to survive Get on your knees Leave your lives, start running We must flee our livelihood We cannot fight the cunning They destroyed where we once stood Not all of us will survive We know our loss is large Our rights, of which we’re deprived And of fake crimes we’re charged There’s not much hope leb burning Much like our fallen ones Each day the clock is turning We run under the sun Evacuate the masses The subjects of a witch hunt Our feet will bleed from callouses We cannot leave in caskets