The Commıttee - Power Through Unity

Death, sweeps through the fields, silent, stalking her prey.
Young guns, red with fury, for vengeance, lead astray.

Greed and vanity. They breed despair. The weak are ruled by paper, the strong ruled by lead.
Let brother fight brother, Let father slay kin. Strong souls will slit their throats.

They conquer the masses, we're blind before their schemes.
The nations blinded by lies. The system, rigged at conception.

Our power's in unity. Our morals in pride. They try to deceive. They try to divide.
Our bloody page of history. Occult design. There's no one to weaken. Justice will thrive.