And so it begins again, the hourglass drained awaits to turn Eroded grain by grain Our craven order blames degraded prizes we unearth For sanctions they will pave
Hanging from their vestments - draped phantasmagoria We now see the callous greed that lurks 'neath emporia
Hail the man who sways the sword! Parades clichés through the strings pulled taut By puppeteers whom hold the cards And plays living stakes, wagers scars
Convinced of their virtues scribing memoirs in repent We trudge through a haze to the post, hear the next sent forth to death
Waiting...
Praying...
A flurry of blades approach Their words of pity revoked Claims pickings aimlessly to the slaughter
A lone survivor loaming the bane of the mire
Hail the man who sways the sword! Parades clichés through the strings pulled taut By puppeteers whom hold the cards And plays living stakes, wagers scars
To wager scars
To wage my scars
And the hourglass turns marking the ended rout I lay low rest assured one day it will run outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
