Black Gold - Steel Engraved

We aren’t innocent

And we have no excuse

That is our way

The way that we choose

The feeling of guilt is dripping in phlegm

We’re drowning in fear

With the will to hold on

Don’t look to the church

You’ve got to be strong

There’s no way to peace

'cause peace is the way

Black gold is burning cold

Servants swap blood for oil

Their masters hide behind the smoke

Funded by exhausted souls

Cold ashes in a pile

The power fades away

Black gold is burning hot

In the devil’s stronghold