Slaves Lyrics - Singles - Gospel Of The Horns

Like the wicked rule the weak 

Like all conquerors have their keep 

I'll tear my marks into your arms 

Paralyzed but still you're charmed 

Like the great white circles it's prey 

I rise above their deceiving ways 

Liars... 

Your hollow words play a hollow tune 

My eyes fueled the flames 

As i'm dancing, on your grave 

Like the great white circles it's prey 

Desert sands, mourning souls... 

I'll tear my marks into your arms 

Paralyzed yet still you're charmed 

Like the wicked rule the weak 

Like all conquerors have their keep 

Liars... your hollow words play a hollow tune