Betray Your Own

As any day we wake, a tired sun greets us Of some fable ending utters the preacher Above our valley, their ragged silhouette Resembling damned undeadlike creatures Sense a dark wind blowing over In masses rotting corpses A few try to flee with hopes and Chased down by hellbound forces See oh their pale face with a deathful grin Drooling over you Curse of Cain sets in Of the many that are fallen, lying down on the ground Against their marching spears, begging for mercy No sign of life in their eyes, must quench the earth with some more blood One look is enough, you know they are thirsty Sense a dark wind blowing over In masses rotting corpses A few try to flee with hopes and Chased down by hellbound forces See oh their pale face with a deathful grin Drooling over you Curse of Cain sets in Orders clear, there is no time to double think Grab your sword, betray your own kin Orders clear, there is no time to double think Betray your own March Prayers now mumbled in blasphemous mouths The last thing you'll hear is their anthem Curse of Cain sets in Orders clear, there is no time to double think Grab your sword, betray your own kin Orders clear, there is no time to double think Now you bury your own kin