Woorden: Story of the Year. The Constant. To The Burial.

Bleed us, bleed us
For their capital
Lead us, lead us
To the Burial
[Repeat]

Yeaha?¦

Yeah,
Step aside and watch the lions roar as they rule
With an iron fist and promise floora??s left to play
Epidemic spread across the floor
Just let me introduce you
To whoa??s behind that door

A smiling face
With style and grace
Ia??ll show you to the fire

Bleed us, bleed us
For their capital
Lead us, lead us
To the Burial

They built their reign of power to man
And affect your lives on a ship
On the records of the foreign shores as they can
Practice falling and leave the people poor
This is the kind of system
Wea??ve been slaving for

Eventually,
That ship will be,

Invited to the slaughter

Bleed us, bleed us
For their capital
Lead us, lead us
To the Burial

That stone bleeds admiration
Backhands and eulogy
In the face of devastation
Gladly theya??ll sing our praise

For a life of slaving and digging our own graves
Now just let the usher show you to the final resting place
Yeah, what a disgrace

We area?¦
Now!

Just learn to breath
And you will see
Your life is what you make it

Bleed us, bleed us
For their capital
Lead us, lead us
To the Burial
[Repeat]

Oh!