| Song | Imprisoned Freedom |
| Artist | Purified in Blood |
| Album | Reaper of Souls |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Anneland, Enoksen, Mosness ... | |
| In this blinded world i'm afraid of tomorrow | |
| You can't see yourself because the mirror is broken | |
| Shattered remains reflect the product | |
| Of our constant consumption | |
| This sadistic culture has shackled resistance | |
| And forced us deeper into desperation | |
| Abandoning reason as we accept treason | |
| The clothes on our backs - sown by bleeding hands | |
| The flesh you eat - grown on stolen land | |
| This foul stench of deceit will not die until we are free | |
| There is no time for reconsolidation | |
| We have imprisoned freedom | |
| I can't digest and i can't accept the words unleashed | |
| When you preach about what is wrong and what is right | |
| When lies are justified through modified divine rights | |
| Left to find new ways to regain our freedom | |
| Guerrilla warfare - the last hope for liberation |
| zuo qu : Anneland, Enoksen, Mosness ... | |
| In this blinded world i' m afraid of tomorrow | |
| You can' t see yourself because the mirror is broken | |
| Shattered remains reflect the product | |
| Of our constant consumption | |
| This sadistic culture has shackled resistance | |
| And forced us deeper into desperation | |
| Abandoning reason as we accept treason | |
| The clothes on our backs sown by bleeding hands | |
| The flesh you eat grown on stolen land | |
| This foul stench of deceit will not die until we are free | |
| There is no time for reconsolidation | |
| We have imprisoned freedom | |
| I can' t digest and i can' t accept the words unleashed | |
| When you preach about what is wrong and what is right | |
| When lies are justified through modified divine rights | |
| Left to find new ways to regain our freedom | |
| Guerrilla warfare the last hope for liberation |
| zuò qǔ : Anneland, Enoksen, Mosness ... | |
| In this blinded world i' m afraid of tomorrow | |
| You can' t see yourself because the mirror is broken | |
| Shattered remains reflect the product | |
| Of our constant consumption | |
| This sadistic culture has shackled resistance | |
| And forced us deeper into desperation | |
| Abandoning reason as we accept treason | |
| The clothes on our backs sown by bleeding hands | |
| The flesh you eat grown on stolen land | |
| This foul stench of deceit will not die until we are free | |
| There is no time for reconsolidation | |
| We have imprisoned freedom | |
| I can' t digest and i can' t accept the words unleashed | |
| When you preach about what is wrong and what is right | |
| When lies are justified through modified divine rights | |
| Left to find new ways to regain our freedom | |
| Guerrilla warfare the last hope for liberation |