Satyricon Suffering The Tyrants Lyrics

Crawling down the road of life
another hopeless epoch
Gruesome soul numbness
People stare, do they known
a firm fist of misery

I am suffering the tyrants
Every gesture is a malicious attack
But it shall not coincide
with the Lion's downfall

There are no tears
Nowhere to channel the anger
No feeling of guilt How can they feast upon the Lion without knowing?

Nowhere to leave the pain
...He will eventually rise again

Hunt him down (when He is at his weakest)
Tempt him down (on His knees if you can)

Stronger than all (so it's futile)
All there is left (right now) is personal pride
Enough to return with rays of light