Non Serviam Songtext
von Horda

The rope is growing ′round my neck
The eagle of justice
Is flying above the oceans of sadness
Created by tears, blood sweat

And fear
Fear of believers

The eagle of justice
Your feathers are made of ash
That's falling from heaven
And it′s resting in hell

Conviction that you'll never find me
Hope that you'll never hurt me
Desire to run away
Like a volcano during an eruption
Destruction is done


I watch the sun, with my bare fucking eyes
Blindness lets me see

The only place to hide
Vanguard!
And mellifluous sound of uselessness

All I need is epiphany of mine

Rope grew ′round this neck
The eagle of injustice
Flew over the lands of insanity and hysteria

And oblivion
Still describes me!

The eagle of justice
Your feathers are made of ash
That′s falling from heaven
And is resting in hell

I'm hanging