Lyrics In Servitude of Silence - Symbolik

In Servitude of Silence

Raised in the fairytale
Of evil waiting for a chance to strike
Without our loyalty
We cease to hold a form of reality
All of our heroes will fall
The hopes of our lives will be forfeit to dust
The thought of this madness
Just fuels the devotion to my home
No evil to infest our lands
Never knowing their work
Has already begun
We cannot support the sword
That is wielded to suppress our evolution
This program is failing
The structures collapsing
The source must be shown
If you dig for this truth
Know there is no return
This counterfeit
Prison of civilized madness
Is built to filter out the frail
Leaving a true supply
Of a slavish life
May father time
Bring mercy on humanity
And shed his lightness
In the darkest corners
Of the minds of men
The worst is still yet to come
They’re already within your home
Faith will not comfort you
Built by the ones of what I speak