Your Chariot Awaits - The Red Shore

Beneath the damned, beneath their rotting corpses

They lay in wait, as the marching band exhumes the dead

I bare the mark of a thousand burning city streets

The price of blame as the wage of sin devours man

To rot below, as if to seek the dead

My fate, unknown, to fight or fall victim

Compromise is met with failure, abolish what is known

Conspire and attain

They bleed for past transgressions, drowning in ignorance

They haven’t the slightest impression

Unwilling to beg for their lives

Their fate is so carefully constructed, made worse by the

Fueling of fire

My soul is the only objective that which their flesh desires

In the war, of the Gods we’re so greatly burdened

Confined to chains of our sins, as our lives are bartered

We must stand in the end, we must face our demons

Turn our backs to the sky, as we bleed for freedom

Burnt to ashes, consumed by sin

This hell awoken to purge thy sins