An Angry young man chants, the Eagle must die. He'd give his own child's life to dry his people's eye's.
He's a simple man, he lives his life for his God. He draws a line in the sand to wage holy way.
Etching evil thoughts into his mind, from ancient scriptures written into stone.
Waiting for the chance to prove his faith, God take this martyr home.
Etching evil thoughts into his mind, from ancient scriptures written into stone, Waiting for the day when he can die, and leave this world alone.
Out of the ashes, a vision from the past, the same carnal sins, just a different cast.
Rose to the top in a matter of years, shed so much blood, and too many tears.
A fortunate son in the new age Rome, he can't wait to sit on the Eagles throne.
Etching evil thoughts into his mind, from ancient scriptures written into stone.
Waiting for the chance to prove his faith, God take this martyr home.
Etching evil thoughts into his mind, from ancient scriptures written into stone.
Waiting for the day when he can die, and leave this world alone.
It's just a sign of the times, please forgive us for our crimes, their just the sign of the times, the social ladders that we must climb. We're just the crime of the times.
Old habits die hard, and the new world is aging much too fast. Though some things seem to have changed, most things remain the same, like private clubs, social ladders, and politics, tax breaks for the rich, vanity, and greed!
He's a simple man, he lives his life for his God. He draws a line in the sand to wage holy way.
Etching evil thoughts into his mind, from ancient scriptures written into stone.
Waiting for the chance to prove his faith, God take this martyr home.
Etching evil thoughts into his mind, from ancient scriptures written into stone, Waiting for the day when he can die, and leave this world alone.
Out of the ashes, a vision from the past, the same carnal sins, just a different cast.
Rose to the top in a matter of years, shed so much blood, and too many tears.
A fortunate son in the new age Rome, he can't wait to sit on the Eagles throne.
Etching evil thoughts into his mind, from ancient scriptures written into stone.
Waiting for the chance to prove his faith, God take this martyr home.
Etching evil thoughts into his mind, from ancient scriptures written into stone.
Waiting for the day when he can die, and leave this world alone.
It's just a sign of the times, please forgive us for our crimes, their just the sign of the times, the social ladders that we must climb. We're just the crime of the times.
Old habits die hard, and the new world is aging much too fast. Though some things seem to have changed, most things remain the same, like private clubs, social ladders, and politics, tax breaks for the rich, vanity, and greed!