Sunburned Sons - Sweet Cobra

Forced below to serve these ends and go on living their lives this way

No sun, no light, stale air to breathe, growth crushed by walls

Carved into their bound, ruined and terrible form in pain

As drive has turned their chains away

But adapting has doomed them to go on living their lives this way

And they will remain in the black, and in the earth, and in the fray

Memory becoming dim and frail

State of their eyes growing gray and pale

And on and on the young are told horrors greed of men create despite being

warned

And they will

Tired and useless but slaves no more, they remain