Viking Death March

Down, let’s take it down.
Raise up the heads on a stake.

We will show no mercy on evolution’s mistake.
Change, will have to wait, if we can’t decide on a fate.
Self-appointed prophets and their doomsday charade.
You preach about love and teach about faith. But all your beliefs are still rooted in hate!

Crosses to burn, axes to fall, and down on your knees you just don’t look so tall.
Crosses to burn, axes to fall, and down on your knees you just don’t look so tall.

Stop, punch in the clock, punch it with all of your rage, put the men in office for a minimum wage.

Rats, fighting for scraps, Siphon the gas from your tank.
Left your pockets empty, as they laugh at the bank.

They speak about draws, but make no mistake, they’re shaking your hand while they spit in your face.

Crosses to burn, axes to fall. And down on your knees you just don’t look so tall.
Crosses to burn, axes to fall. And down on your knees you just don’t look so tall.

Now, the time is now, we can still turn it around.
Raise your voice like a weapon till they fall to the ground.
Light, let there be light, without a shadow of doubt.
We will fight tooth and nails until salvation is found.

So how can you look, the world in the eyes?
When all we can see is corruption and lies!

Down on your knees, you don’t look so tall.
Down on your knees, you don’t look so tall.

Cracking the whip on the backs of the poor.
We asked you to stop but you still wanted more.
The blood on your hands left a trail as you crawl.

Down on your knees, you just don’t look so tall!
Crosses to burn, axes to fall, down on your knees you just don’t look so tall.
Crosses to burn, axes to fall, down on your knees you just don’t look so tall.
Crosses to burn, axes to fall, down on your knees you just don’t look so tall.
Crosses to burn, axes to fall, down on your knees you don’t look so tall,

open your eyes and the empire falls!