Lyrics of "Shadow fed to Tyrants" by Landmine marathon (I listened to this song endlessely, so I could understand the words, so here you have what I listen):

The young are immortal, the old are all wise,
youth allways lost on these.
bastards plaguing land and sea-tapping 
endlessly better unborn than
servitude backs on our ???? 
I hope to outlive beauty and grace
left with only human waste
discussing matters of our place cloaks
and robes set ???
Praying to stand degrading a heartland dollhouse
Castles line your eyes lost in our minds.
Plastering each and every finger inside
and out building the stage for hollow plays .
Forgiving ourselves in one great epilogue 
this is pathetic dialogue .
Swimming in phases 
waiting for placement reciting directions
to a bleeding heartland,
where maks are skin sewn shadows fed to tyrants
the noise of drums beats down our existente to nothing.
These bastards are forced to grin 
and bear it we all are cursed 
with ease this pathetic.
Dialogue has turned into epilogue 
I apologise for nothing.

I think it's more or less this, but any problem/correction, email me at bcmv.nkc@gmail.com or post a comment.