Remnants of Humanity - Fiction Lyrics

We want it everything
Prepare for mutiny

And now the souls of the wretched avenge
Their grievances to the throne
The hands of the holy condemn
Our blood, our bodies, our bones
Let me go

We want it everything
Prepare for mutiny

Taking away from this life
The strengths that we've built
Our struggle to make peace

Through our demise we can see
It was them, oh again
They will not be forgiven

We will not stand for this
We will no longer hold your intentions
We will not be your slaves
Find some other poor souls to dig your graves

We will not stand for this
We will no longer hold your intentions
We will not be your slaves
Find some other poor souls to dig your graves

Dig your graves