Letra da Música: Lambs For Wolfs - Cenotaph (Mexico)

No weapons on plastic hands
the weapons are for the raiders
of the Black Oceans

To blowout blasphemy
into the air, for the human race!!

While some await
the dawn
we're trying
to everlast
in this night

Holding Swords
and iron peaks
that belong to our
fists and souls

Living-to hear violent simphonies
Breathing-distorted harmonys
Blackened minds and blasphemy
while others are lambs
eaten by the wolfs