Traitors Gate Songtext / Lyric

Borders swell like the oceans

Nations swept away

In the steel rain

Wounds carved in the earth

The silent hands of genocide

Map the years

Forgotten legacies of dust

People remembered in nothing

But frugments of language

Verses of song

And shards of military rust






The gallows of cold hands

Tighten old rope

Young men hang in the fetid breeze

Like rotten fruid

Too ripe for harvest

They have marched us

Through the streets

Heralded our death

Proclaimed our end

And brought us to our knees



A host of the willing few

Is gathered at the Traitors Gates

Demanding their pound of flesh

And their weight in gold



The tyrant

Resurrected as King

Who's Midas touch an Iron Fist

All the world proclaiming

Yesterday's man as Traitor

Yet welcome with open arms

His brother as tomorrows Dictator