Creed — Xentrix

My anger is blood from the oldest stone And I'm not the only one What I face tomorrow, never face alone

Take what should be mine For you justice colourised You've been taking a weak man brainwashed Like a comatose, take him to your own

So speak of pride, the crimes you hide The poison speeches and vicious lies So this is the web you weave This calm deceit And you call me brother no friend to me

Take what...

So speak of pride Behind the terror mask lies the fear You mask it with cold belief You convince each other you have a voice to hear

Take what...

So speak of pride...