Death Of The Meek Lyrics - Relentless Retribution - Death Angel

Best be prepared to meet your maker 

Best be prepared to face your god 

Justified unholy nightmare 

Crucified of pride, you're robbed 

No escape, it's too late 

The hammer crashes down 

Do or die 

Cauterize to stop the blood flow 

Still these tortures just begun 

Eternal seconds keep on repeating 

Charred retinas, a black collapsed lung 

No escape, it's too late 

The hammer crashes down 

Do or die 

All your fears 

Won't match the wasted years 

Of isolation in due time 

I will ingest your kind 

Quench my starvation 

All present and accounted for 

Hush, do not speak 

For tonight I raise a glass 

To the death of the meek 

We are the chosen 

And we bare the sign 

Their weapons are useless 

Our weapons our mind 

No you can't believe 

How you will inspire 

Soon set to be free 

Our blessed desire 

You won't be imprisoned 

No, you won't be ashamed 

You won't be stripped of your language 

Or your family name 

No more inner demons 

No more bitter spite 

No more of the blood stained walls 

Of your ancestral pride 

Comatose, your eyes grow vacant 

A paralyzing fear that builds 

Stripped of your pathetic icons 

Robbed of your heroic will 

Artifact, your way of thinking 

Your bones hang up upon my wall 

Another fallen empire 

The most self-righteous one of all 

No escape, it's too late 

The hammer crashes down 

Do or die 

In due time I will ingest mankind 

Quench my starvation