See them kneel see them blow At their throne Thei're living in bondage now They'll be released no more Whiped-out identitites empty faces Beauty beyond endurance Does enslave Her presence No kindless left Ferocity of sick scenes ATR See a new puppet fall into her Palms Raping cruel spider queen With nets of love No return on that way They're too far gone Nonen of them is a match for ATR Surrounded with obedient slaves Who cry and beg for more They're sick and grey with Torn raped souls They are glad and more
