Letra de Appeaser

Murderers warm the seats of thrones
While servants they bicker
As the end times loom
Point out thy neighbour as the skies turn gold
Its eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth
Skies fall and the fire cleanses in its wake
Run amok
The world is yours to take
Murderers warm the seats of thrones
While servants they bicker
As the end times loom
Point out thy neighbour as the skies turn gold
Its eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth
Murderers warm the seats of thrones
While servants they bicker
As the end times loom
Point out thy neighbour as the skies turn gold
Its eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth
Point out thy neighbour
Point out thy neighbour
Point out thy neighbour
Point out thy neighbour
False prophets dictate the norm
False prophets dictate the norm
False prophets dictate the norm
False prophets dictate the norm