[Intro]

We have known dark times

We have known strife

To live in these times is to have expendable life

Where progress and humanity are replaced with brutality

Where the will of the few dictate the lives of the many

But a secret promise is made to those who are dauntless

For at the end of days, they shall be found...

Faultless

Damn this wretched world that I call my home

Under stygian skies, we're caged in a dome

Possessions mass produced, from our heads to our feet

The tattered rags we wear to the corpses that we eat

Hell is what we're granted

Forced to serve till we're ended

Tired, and though, we are tempted

We'll walk the path until we are rewarded

The church takes their taxes

Holy hounds hunt relentless

Our work: Brutal and thankless

But at the end we shall be found faultless

I walk to my station, ready to toil

To forge weapons of war as my flesh boils

I wonder how I make it through the day

Then, across the assembly line, I see that pure face

Pure and perfect

My Beloved

Is all I ever need

Beneath all that dust and grime

Is true beauty

Bombs, gas, screams and bright lights

All at once causes great fright

Terror sows, as we all know

A cacophony that heralds the death blow

Rounded up by the enforcers

Lawmen and heretic hunters

An agent of the administration

Who, with a dark voice, makes this accusation

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[Adeptus Administratum Agent]:

There they are, the heretic

I want that laborer bound in chains!

[Laborer]:

What? Me? This cannot be!

I have toiled, I have worshipped, I have done not a thing

[Adeptus Administratum Agent]:

Lies! Schemes! Evil trickery!

You have tainted your kin with your vile perfidy!¨

[Laborer]:

I am innocent, show some humanity!

I have shown nothing but undying loyalty!

[Adeptus Administratum Agent]:

You dare challenge me? To you, I guarantee:

You have doomed your kin with the death penalty

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As I'm dragged away, I hear a familiar sound

The crack of lasers fill the room as dozens are mowed down

I look back to find a charnel pit where my friends lay slain

My dead lover's eyes stare back at me

My heart fills with rage and pain

HELL is what we're granted

Forced to serve till we're ended

Tired, and though, we are tempted

We'll bide our time until we are rewarded

The church takes their taxes

Holy hounds hunt relentless

Our work: Brutal and thankless

But at the end we shall be found faultless

Why must I greatly suffer

For the sins of another

No longer a simple worker

I'll rot away, forgotten in the slammer

No, this won't be my fate

These chains will crack and break

Don't care how long it takes

This iron cage is where I will be remade

My lover's life taken

My world burnt to ashes

For this sin: there'll be vengeance

At the end of days, I'll be found faultless (2x)