Testo di Weakness in Numbers

Its one of those things that gets easier with time, And your conscience has died with your humanity. Lacking strength to work for your desires, So in numbers you steal from those who do. Weakness, cowardice huddled in your embrace, Like the hateful fools you keep by your side. A black scourge on the lives of so many, You and all of your kind are one and the same. Blinded by greed, no will to call your own. Without your pack, a scavenger all alone. Burned in their minds, all you took away. As it was sworn, their veangance will come today. Latching on to those who you admire, Glorified in violence, hate, rape, disgrace. Without sight to see what lay ahead, You gave in and let yourself be lead astray. Not in innocence, never once unknowing. Instead driven by self-serving desires. A sickening sight - the weak and the vile, The same fools by which you were inspired...