Wasteland

Wasteland - Darkest Hour

For every Dead God who worships the living

And every lost Soul starving submission for all

The Tyrants 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 a love for the pain

Till your final breath and what Lies

Behind The lines somewhere in some other time

Behind the Veil obscured by my vision of hell

Dead in the sand proverbs for peasants

To bow on command an all-seeing presence

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 a love for the pain

Till your final breath and what Lies

Behind The lines somewhere in some other time

Behind the Veil obscured by my vision of hell

For every Dead God who worships the living

And every lost Soul 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