Satyricon - Suffering The Tyrants - Sözleri

Crawling down the road of life

another hopeless epoch

Gruesome soul numbness

People stare, do they known

a firm fist of misery



I am suffering the tyrants

Every gesture is a malicious attack

But it shall not coincide

with the Lion's downfall



There are no tears

Nowhere to channel the anger

No feeling of guilt

How can they feast upon the Lion without knowing?



Nowhere to leave the pain

...He will eventually rise again



Hunt him down (when He is at his weakest)

Tempt him down (on His knees if you can)



Stronger than all (so it's futile)

All there is left (right now) is personal pride

Enough to return with rays of light

														   

														   









		
			



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