Slaves - Walking Dead On Broadway

Hell awaits, the slaves of humanity

The civilization they live blind in figured peace

Hell awaits, distress is their destiny

We are the slaves, the slaves of humanity

Wrath shall embrace us

Panic grows with population

Ailing in plague, nailed to the walls

That we pulled up to hide in

Incarcerated with death among us

The masses are dragged down the rifts

By their own weight

Hell awaits, the slaves of humanity

Hell awaits, distress is their destiny

The vultures will dance

In their circles of blood

We have yet joined the rite

Abject and dismembered

We are indignified

Listen to the signs

Forr we do not know

The day the trumpets will blow

Wrath shall burn us

Panic outgrows population

Ailing in plague, a circle of death

I’ll die again and again

Hell awaits, distress is their destiny

Hell awaits, the slaves of humanity