Floodred

Sneaking in through the night

Darkness the only shelter

Strike the backbone of society

Silent's the revolution

Self-demotion and rebellion

Praise the hate and oppression

Shed the blood of your demons

Feed the moral depression

Warriors of silent revolution

Master, mistress and decay

Luxury, dramatic despair

Lust, never-ending

For the vanity

Gratification

By the cost of the dead

They've come to taste

A hell made of flesh

Substitute of sorrow

Emptiness

"In the beginning of every generation

There has been a promise...

...and the number of promises will keep increasing

With different forms of cruel explotation"

The dawn of dyers

Freedom and justice for most

Eternal war

Flesh again turning to dust

They've come to taste

A hell made of flesh

Gleaming of hope

Dreaming of death