Wears 10 crownsdragons heads
Southern are the sonsLords unmatched
- Their eyes don t look rightshould they be trusted now?
Trashed-mouth Godsavoided kings
With the spirit of revoltthe ghost of youth

Every fucking year it stays the same
Everybody changes to suit the day
Out of pride I ll isolate my fears
Never turned our backs on why we re here
We ll grind that axe for a long time

Follow closetrain of fools
Just like themjust like you
- Their eyes don t seem right.
"Easily impressed" plaguedressed up fake
No respect

Every fucking year remains the same
Everybody sucks-up to suit the day
Out of hate I ll isolate myself
Through the worst we still marched into hell
We ll grind that axe for a long time
The smell in the air is chicken shit.

We ll grind that axe for a long time

Every fucking song remains the same
To everyone who sucks-up for the fame
Out of strength you know we speak the truth
Every trend that dies is living proof
We ll grind that axe for a long time

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