There are fights to fail

The legions fed by hate flooding the streets deceive the vow    
Not loyal! no more Enchained! no more bowing down so low   
They're flesh of feud, a wrathful engine, army of the lame
While lashes of invicibles, shall make them safely tame

In a twisted liberty,
In a warped scheme of life 
They will burn your frail wings off 
Or dye them red by knife 

And weep will rise 
Of shelters right to the naked arms of night
Their Empty homes, calm prayers in the gale
(Will) fade like a moth 
In flames, and now they get what they didn't know

There are fights to fail

The enslaved flesh bowing to shadows flattering with zest 
brand new [bad word] blue flock of sheep to follow back to the nest
Free of their fears and free of freedom ridded of their thoughts
Each one of them flowless and holow machine

In a twisted liberty, 
In a warped scheme of life
They will burn your frail wings off  
Or dye them red by knife  

And weep will rise 
Of shelters right to the naked arms of night
Their Empty homes, calm prayers in the gale
(Will) fade like a moth 
In flames, and now they get what they didn't know

There are fights to fail