Five Fathoms Deep
Pity Is Treason
Alas, of the ten plagues Famine repeatsGripping with claws on their echo-less homesKings that were made with blind luck and greedNow struggle to rule when their kingdom is starvingA thirst for salvation, they pray this is wrongBegot by their family, they'll battle the stormI just can't believe my own eyesWhen the Temple of Reason surely liesAll of the dyingThere's few that's survivingAt the ease that your head can rollHopes lost in this townTheir patience now fadesThey'll end all the doubt from the rule that they've madeA march of a pastAcross baron wasteThe gallows now long for the necks of the traitorsNow peace is restored, A blight of an ageTastes of remembrance, of the mess that they madeI just can't believe my own eyesLetras de cancionesWhen the Temple of Reason surely liesAll of the dyingThere's few that's survivingAt the ease that your head can rollCalamity will rise, from the idols they've praisedReach for the light and stop preaching from the grave
From Letras Mania