The Blood of Tyrants - Molotov Solution

As the days grow darker and the nights grow colder a sense of hopelessness

sinks in, slipping farther into our own living hell, betraying what the

prophecies foretell

How many faithful have died waiting for their savior?

How many faithful will die awaiting forever

Death is the standard by which the reality and depth of all things can be judged

Democracy becomes unholy when our hands are dyed red with innocent blood,

so let us stain them with the blood of tyrants

Violence, all this violence prevails, when democracy fucking fails

Pass your final judgment

Send us to death

We will stand and fight you 'til our last breath

Tell me do you value your life enough to fight that which threatens everything

we love?

Do you have the strength within enough to sacrifice everything to expose the

lies and rise above?

Death is the standard by which the reality and depth of all things can be judged

Would you die for what you believe?

Would you fight for that cause or fall to your knees?

Democracy becomes unholy when our hands are dyed red with innocent blood,

so let us stain them with the blood of tyrants

Tell me do you value your life enough to fight that which threatens everything

we love?

Do you have the strength within enough to sacrifice everything to expose the

lies and rise above?

Violence, all this violence prevails, when democracy fucking fails.

Fail!