Unleash The Archers Daughters Of Winterstone
Demand, consume, repeat the cyclical flow
Man, stolen in the night
Ripped right from the arms of his child
Drain the workforce
Torn, forced into the dark
Working for his heart, cold and blind
More than they can bear
Pushed unto the edge of life
And then further
Pushed unto the edge of life
Expire, replace
Overhead the sun it shines no more
Skies opaque with winter's squall eternal
CHORUS
With faces cast in stone, emerge into the light
We'll never return home, with ashes in our skies
Crushed, kicked, tortured
Quick and painless death you will not find
Slowly, surely, purged clean
Growing ancient, lost within the mine
This is our home
Imprisoned and alone, drowning in the night
We are daughters of the stone, wandering in time
CHORUS
Chained to the factory floor, smoke fills our lungs and our world
There is no escaping this well
Cold to the touch yet it burns, fuelling our whole universe
Living hell
CHORUS x3
