Tekst:
Sleeper Oh The Armored March

so familiar But not my own. This is the difference, between you and I. We are the captive fighters. But cuffs must hold stronger. Stronger than skin. Oh

make way. We are the few to shed the fold, We are the few! Oh, sweet lit clarity grant us the eyes for this bane. Towered beasts now meet our lines... Oh

It's all I can do to control my gaze From the curiosity of seeing myself as prey. And then I heard an armored march. I heard an armored march that shook