Enslaved - Entroper


I am the creator of true will 

Long have I suffered 
Long have I been forced 
Blinded by their faith 
Laughter resounds no more 

I am the son of the ancient breed 
I do not pity life 
I follow not pathetic order 
I am the realm of absurdity 
Resistant to their conscience 
Free of their constant pain 
I was born in the flames 

Long did they hope 
That my logic would save them at last 
Long did I know 
That I would watch them die 

While harvesting their fruits 
of their impotent threats 
They forgot the potency 
of the old independency 
Claiming my death would 
Change the way of existence 
Who, but me handled them? 
The weapons of hope 

They turned safely into non-existence 

I will break the chains 
I will slay the betrayers 
One last time 
The laughter shall resound

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