Riders Of The Plague
So salvation, here runs the flood, here dies the love
The feelings that were forced
Out of fear without a drop of remorse
Now, that the pain is released
With cryptic seals and signs
Running over the heartstrings wretched and run dry
When the feathered begin to fall
With a voice like glass
Born to splint and shatter
The touch of sunlight
Like heavens plague, the birth of black
With hung halos of wrath and decay
The furthest of faith, the rider of plagues
Our hands have reached the end of skin
Sifted straight to bone
Bare and broken
As the inventors hope
Unseen by the believed
Unbelieved by all who see
So when you become every dream abhorred
A being so bitter not worth
The weight of ice in his words
With a voice like glass
Born to splint and shatter
The touch of sunlight
Like heavens plague, the birth of black
With hung halos of wrath and decay
The furthest of faith, the rider of plagues
With a voice just like glass
Born to splint and born to shatter
The touch of sunlight
Like heavens plague, the birth of black
With hung halos of wrath and decay
The furthest of faith, the rider of plagues