Master of Our Own Fate

And the light awakens After 2,000 years of darkness Burning away the false Leaving only truth Enraging the followers Of the fictitious And they come with sword in hand To kill all who disagree I am the scorned one I am the apostate I am the blasphemous I am the free I am the scorned one I am the apostate I am the blasphemous I am the free Your time is done here Your hour at its close The grip you have no longer holds With a shout of triumph Against the age old oppressor No longer will you control our fate Your time is done here Your hour at its close The grip you have no longer holds With a shout of triumph Against the age old oppressor No longer will you control our fate And you won’t quietly Not without a fight To keep your backward ways With all your might But there is no weakness here Against your foolish wars We will burn your legacy And you along with it I am the scorned one I am the apostate I am the blasphemous I am the free I am the scorned one I am the apostate I am the blasphemous I am the free Your time is done here Your hour at its close The grip you have no longer holds With a shout of triumph Against the age old oppressor No longer will you control our fate Your time is done here Your hour at its close The grip you have no longer holds With a shout of triumph Against the age old oppressor No longer will you control our fate No one ever believed you were peaceful Handing out judgement and punishment divine And you choked so hard, they slipped away Never lured back with empty promises