Lyrics Taker of heads - Waylander

Taker of heads

As I cut you down and claim
Your empty Vessel as my prize
In ignorance, the question
Are my actions just or wise?
Propaganda, force — fed
Feel the need to feed the greed
Parasites upon our Planet
Frenzied as they feed
Black hearts, sickening smile, stylised
Gods, utterly vile
Shadow seekers, lords of deceit
Currency their arsenal
Wolves dressed as sheep
Spinning poisoned webs, alluring false comfort
(The) people blinded by the facts they cannot see
Ignorance, no longer, stays the execution
Before I take your head, you will kneel to me
Takers of heads, decapitating sneer
Takers of heads, emanating total fear
Takers of heads, conquering the soul
Takers of heads, insatiable desire
Your head, my trophy
Hanging high above my door
Skulls of enemy fallen
Strewn across the floor
Ever ready, ever willing
To heed the material call
March to the contest willing
Another dance of death
Ghastly ghoulish visions
A sea of severed heads
Bright blood dripping darkly
Pooled upon the crimson sod