Darkest Hour - Wasteland Lyrics
For every dead God, who worships the livingAnd every lost soul starving submission for allThe tyrans will fallSalvage the serpentBorn to rise, when process seems perfectIt's wrong to all, and your tyrants will fallWhen thy art is hateI've given it all I can takeIt's undeniableWhen my heart is fakeI've given it all I can breakIt's unreliableAn affinity for the hurt, create new DeathAnd the love for the pain, till your final breathAnd what lies behind the lines in some other timeBehind the veil, obscured by my vision of hellDead in the sand, proverbs for peasantsTo bow on command, and all-seeing precenceWhen thy art is hateI've given it all I can takeIt's undeniableWhen my heart is fakeI've given it all I can breakIt's unreliableAn affinity for the hurt, create new DeathAnd the love for the pain, till your final breathAnd what lies behind the lines in some other timeBehind the veil, obscured by my vision of hellFor dead God who worships the livingAnd every lost sould starving submission for allBehind the lines somewhere in some other timeBehind the veil obscured by my vision of hellObscured by my vision of hell...Obscured by my vision of hell...For every dead God who worships the livingAnd every lost soul starving submission for all
