No Rest For The Ruthless

Sound the alarm, wake the
guards
Death does not wait for man nor beast.
They come
as the shade of night,

Burning with desire for demise of
our pride.

'Relentless, unforgiving, our fate is
sealed

By the hands of a heathens- by the hands of
liars.
We must pay for what we have done.'"

"Two
seasons ago we marched for purpose, out for justice.
Lead
by our hearts in what we were sure was truth. 

Lead
by our hearts in what we were sure was truth. 
Through the
gates, house by house, burning it all to the ground.
Leave
nothing of this broken town but their entrails for the
crows and worms.

Even liars have truth that slips
through the cracks in their teeth.

"No time for mercy,
boy. It's time to be strong.

Your God wants his
redemption, but it's going to have to wait till we are
done.
Line them up by class, with the rich in the front
and the poor in the back.

You can barter with the faint of
heart, when your money's only good in the right
amount.

Make no mistake, these beggars clothes are lined
in silk.

We took everything, spared no one, left them to
be forgotten.
But what lied, buried inside, amongst the
rotting flesh 
Was a nameless evil that was out for all of
us. 

Each soul dispatched by my hands returns for what
is theirs
Carve your legacy upon my open chest...
Make
haste, take it all back. Make haste, take it all

Sound the alarm, wake the guards 
The deal with
death has run its course.
The silence of the bleakest
nights

Is broken with the screams of guilty men

In
pursuit of light we have found nothing but darkness.
In
pursuit of light, the shades of its colors reveal
us.

Has this ever been more than an alibi for the
expansion of an empire? 
The jury's reached a verdict.
We're guilty of our crimes. Ropes from the gallows
swing. 

It seems to call my name:

"Heathens,
Liars!"

As my vision starts to dim like a flame with no
oxygen, 
It becomes clear to me this disease will be my
end!