מילים לשיר Suffering The Tyrants – Satyricon

Crawling down the road of life
Gruesome soul numbness
another hopeless epoch
I am suffering the tyrants
Every gesture is a malicious attack
People stare, do they known
But it shall not coincide with the Lion's downfall
a firm fist of misery There are no tears
Nowhere to channel the anger
Nowhere to leave the pain
No feeling of guilt How can they feast upon the Lion without knowing?
.He will eventually rise again Hunt him down (when He is at his weakest)
Tempt him down (on His knees if you can)
Enough to return with rays of lightStronger than all (so it's futile) All there is left (right now) is personal pride.