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letra de faultless - ft. krzaqcinek - stringstorm

[intro]
we have known dark times
we have known strife
to live in these times is to have expendable life
where progress and humanity are replaced with brutality
where the will of the few dictate the lives of the many
but a secret promise is made to those who are dauntless
for at the end of days, they shall be found…
faultless

d-mn this wretched world that i call my home
under stygian skies, we’re caged in a dome
possessions mass produced, from our heads to our feet
the tattered rags we wear to the corpses that we eat

h-ll is what we’re granted
forced to serve till we’re ended
tired, and though, we are tempted
we’ll walk the path until we are rewarded
the church takes their taxes
holy hounds hunt relentless
our work: brutal and thankless
but at the end we shall be found faultless
i walk to my station, ready to toil
to forge weapons of war as my flesh boils
i wonder how i make it through the day
then, across the assembly line, i see that pure face

pure and perfect
my beloved
is all i ever need
beneath all that dust and grime
is true beauty

bombs, gas, screams and bright lights
all at once causes great fright
terror sows, as we all know
a cacophony that heralds the death blow
rounded up by the enforcers
lawmen and heretic hunters
an agent of the administration
who, with a dark voice, makes this accusation

—

[adeptus administratum agent]:
there they are, the heretic
i want that laborer bound in chains!
[laborer]:
what? me? this cannot be!
i have toiled, i have worshipped, i have done not a thing

[adeptus administratum agent]:
lies! schemes! evil trickery!
you have tainted your kin with your vile perfidy!¨

[laborer]:
i am innocent, show some humanity!
i have shown nothing but undying loyalty!

[adeptus administratum agent]:
you dare challenge me? to you, i guarantee:
you have doomed your kin with the death penalty

—

as i’m dragged away, i hear a familiar sound
the crack of lasers fill the room as dozens are mowed down
i look back to find a charnel pit where my friends lay slain
my dead lover’s eyes stare back at me
my heart fills with rage and pain

h-ll is what we’re granted
forced to serve till we’re ended
tired, and though, we are tempted
we’ll bide our time until we are rewarded
the church takes their taxes
holy hounds hunt relentless
our work: brutal and thankless
but at the end we shall be found faultless
why must i greatly suffer
for the sins of another
no longer a simple worker
i’ll rot away, forgotten in the slammer
no, this won’t be my fate
these chains will crack and break
don’t care how long it takes
this iron cage is where i will be remade

my lover’s life taken
my world burnt to ashes
for this sin: there’ll be vengeance
at the end of days, i’ll be found faultless (2x)

- stringstorm

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