Striker lyrics

From soar to plague

From clouds to imprisonment

From wheat to the gallows

In dreams of free will

Strike

Never saw fields

Quite like these

Never will Never would

With open eyes

Shut

Useless wreckage

In the wake

Cannot hear the chatter

Cannot bear the drag

Leave

When they saw

With what they were left

They screamed in fear

They screamed for blood

Endure

Should I build

I will build my own

Knife and noose

In flesh and will

Strike