Rise of the Melancholy Empire

There’s always struggle here
We sence the pain and murder
No mothers milk to save
No innocence to nurture
May God be cruel to you
May he rain his hand upon you

We will grow strong from this
We will not be defeated
However hard they try
Over and over a thousand times

Through all this suffering
This fault turns into enter
We will be back again
And grown in newfound numbers
May God be cruel to you
May he rain his hand upon you

We will grow strong from this
We will not be defeated
However hard they try
Over and over a thousand times

We will grow strong from this
We will not be defeated
However hard they try
Over and over a thousand times

We will not be damned
We will not be damned
We will not be damned