Darkest Hour Wasteland
For every dead God, who worships the living
And every lost soul starving submission for all
The tyrans will fall
Salvage the serpent
Born to rise, when process seems perfect
It's wrong to all, and your tyrants will fall
When thy art is hate
I've given it all I can take
It's undeniable
When my heart is fake
I've given it all I can break
It's unreliable
An affinity for the hurt, create new Death
And the love for the pain, till your final breath
And what lies behind the lines in some other time
Behind the veil, obscured by my vision of hell
Dead in the sand, proverbs for peasants
To bow on command, and all-seeing precence
When thy art is hate
I've given it all I can take
It's undeniable
When my heart is fake
I've given it all I can break
It's unreliable
An affinity for the hurt, create new Death
And the love for the pain, till your final breath
And what lies behind the lines in some other time
Behind the veil, obscured by my vision of hell
For dead God who worships the living
And every lost sould starving submission for all
Behind the lines somewhere in some other time
Behind the veil obscured by my vision of hell
Obscured by my vision of hell...
Obscured by my vision of hell...
For every dead God who worships the living
And every lost soul starving submission for all
