lyrics
Forced from their homeland
Stateless
They wander on
Like faceless ghosts
The endless march
Takes its toll upon the weak
And syphons the sick at heart
Driven by despair
Toward borders barbed and thickly walled
The towers loom
Caged by the craven
Repurposed as the dreaded horde
Of unpersons we see no more
No more
Faceless
Hatred
Remorseless hearts
Stateless
Sacred
The endless march
credits
license
all rights reserved