Antestor - All Towers Must Fall lyrics
[Antestor - All Towers Must Fall lyrics]
Brothers! Trust not the kings of this world
Trust not the snakes by the
Crowns on their heads
The scorching of septic flesh
The riddance of the yoke
They have lured upon us
Scorching into our flesh
The melting of golden crown into ploughshares
Be not like the princes
Rip not your heart of flesh out
In search of a golden one
Glory of this world is but vapor
All towers will tear and fall to the ground
Trust not the kings of this world
Forever to their shackles they us bind
Look for not to their sliver for hope
That blinding glimmer
Darkness building, destructing
Let not our thoughts be bent to
The ways of their greed
Forever like a rabid mongrel
Greed bite the hands that feeds it
Let justice be wreaked on the
Wolves of their thrones
Brothers! Let us be rid of this curse
Let us be different, let us inverse
The riches of this world are but vapor
Towers ready to fall
In the valley of death we are all beggars
Their castles will crumble
And the waves run them over
And grind them to sand
All towers must fall
Throne rooms and gilded halls
Facing the flood of an unending tide
All tyrants will crawl
Like the snakes they were
Stealing, making idols for
Their own destruction
False flames in the hearts of man
All flesh will rot, all hearts will stop
We will look for embers of humanity
In the ashes of the
Empires brought to justice
Trust not the snakes by the
Crowns on their heads
The scorching of septic flesh
The riddance of the yoke
They have lured upon us
Scorching into our flesh
The melting of golden crown into ploughshares
Be not like the princes
Rip not your heart of flesh out
In search of a golden one
Glory of this world is but vapor
All towers will tear and fall to the ground
Trust not the kings of this world
Forever to their shackles they us bind
Look for not to their sliver for hope
That blinding glimmer
Darkness building, destructing
Let not our thoughts be bent to
The ways of their greed
Forever like a rabid mongrel
Greed bite the hands that feeds it
Let justice be wreaked on the
Wolves of their thrones
Brothers! Let us be rid of this curse
Let us be different, let us inverse
The riches of this world are but vapor
Towers ready to fall
In the valley of death we are all beggars
Their castles will crumble
And the waves run them over
And grind them to sand
All towers must fall
Throne rooms and gilded halls
Facing the flood of an unending tide
All tyrants will crawl
Like the snakes they were
Stealing, making idols for
Their own destruction
False flames in the hearts of man
All flesh will rot, all hearts will stop
We will look for embers of humanity
In the ashes of the
Empires brought to justice