The Subjugated - Byzantine

We’ve come prepared

Suspending all benevolence

You’ve bathed in arrogance

Our retribution we will bring

She flies on unforgiving wings

Your children in Heaven shall weep and grieve

As holy gates open and nothing leaves

So down the cattle chute you will move

And die for him who’s died for you

Blinded by our pride we’ve missed the signs

We now beg of you, Lord, hear our cries

The scars you’ve made altered the plan

Our end will never be ushered by man

So down the cattle chute you will move

And the burden of Earth will be removed

You are quarantined to the abyss

With all life forms deleterious

You have lost all that you will ever lose

Your request to be saved by God, refused

Blinded by our pride we’ve missed the signs

We now beg of you, Lord, hear our cries