كلمات The Lost

The lost have hidden Blackened lives that carry on A race of outcasts Breeding more until, a taking over Kept concealed The silent wait Survive The time will come The sky is rising Hide away to solitude A different one will suffer And renew the cycle again Kept concealed The silent wait Survive The time will come Take life away from her Which flows into me Watching the dead eyes stare The last expression of despair A hidden population Outlive eternity The lost will breed another And renew the cycle again