Eclipse
Darkest Hour
The Mark Of The Judas (2001)

Mass ceremonial suicide,
a nation of millions caught in the jwas of a lie,
uniform stagnant filth,
sub culture with no remorse or guilt,
feeding the frenzy of fears,
it feeds on it's young for years

A new chain for the same set of slaves,
a new shovel for the same set of graves

I can't pretend I care anymore,
none of this is worth anything anymore,
an angel with the eyes of a whore,
this facade has been bleeding fomr the core

A new home not far from the past,
a new home from the same suffocating past