The Season of Revenge - Krampus

Hosts of slaves starving for nothing

In the kingdom of discontent

Swarms of moths burning their wings

On the alluring flames of deception

This is the world where you live

Billions of little men

Squeezed till the last drop

By the hands of few

For the wealth of one

The ruin of the rest

Stones dressed like diamonds adorning

The hopes of the tricked fools

While the sated laugh at your tears

Feeble is the veil behind wich you lived your life

In this carnival built by their lies

Time has come to give them a payback for your cries

Rip out the silence

Tear down the chains

That dwells your mind

Tired of liars, tired of thieves, tired of the rotten that dwells around me

Anger for every injustice subjected the raise of the righfull begins

Revolt

Billions of little men

Squeezed till the last drop

By the hands of few

For the wealth of one

The ruin of all the rest

Rip out the silence

Tear down the chains

That encase your mind

Never the voice of righteous will go out in vain

All the suffering, will never be buried by time

And standing in line, waiting for the call

The crowds of forgotten will never be hushed again

Seeds of rebellion

Sprout from the lies

Harvest of hate

The season of revenge