Lyrics Slaves - Walking Dead On Broadway

Slaves

Hell awaits, the slaves of humanity
The civilization they live blind in figured peace
Hell awaits, distress is their destiny
We are the slaves, the slaves of humanity
Wrath shall embrace us
Panic grows with population
Ailing in plague, nailed to the walls
That we pulled up to hide in
Incarcerated with death among us
The masses are dragged down the rifts
By their own weight
Hell awaits, the slaves of humanity
Hell awaits, distress is their destiny
The vultures will dance
In their circles of blood
We have yet joined the rite
Abject and dismembered
We are indignified
Listen to the signs
Forr we do not know
The day the trumpets will blow
Wrath shall burn us
Panic outgrows population
Ailing in plague, a circle of death
I’ll die again and again
Hell awaits, distress is their destiny
Hell awaits, the slaves of humanity