The Dying Age
This is the dying age
This is controlled with restraints
This is the future as we become unearthed
This is the dying wave that brings a new tomorrow
This is the fall of men
These are the broken days
I spend my life of confusion in pain
As if to make the lunatic look sane
Kings afraid of evil things
Coward in the shadows
As they bring the faithful from theirs knees
To exterminate their power
(Instrumental break)
This is the frozen faze
This is a chosen age
Hoping that the wounds will fester and drain
Hoping in a present state of pure disdain
Kings afraid of evil things
Coward in the shadows
As they bring the faithful from theirs knees
To exterminate their power