gets stronger A slave with an army of slaves A slave with an army of slaves He is a slave no longer uh, yeah Slave with an army of slaves Can change
teeth With her armies raised from suffering To ascend on jet black wings She'd break off holy limbs On the racks of her witch hunt And crush the church
sharpened teeth With her armies raised from suffering To ascend on jet black wings She'd break off holy limbs On the racks of her witch hunt And crush