The Tortured Path şarkı sözleri

Life is lost The blood sits cold And it circles the stone floor beneath me I awoke on the nether side of that deafening well And whilst the coward's clock spun further into the beast's unyielding jaws I lay comatosed in inscrutable wars for ages, for ages Below this bloodied floor churns a biting frost When will this end? And when will they die? When will they die? The scorner's cloth wrapped tightly around my shoulders I sit starved and set to feast upon the weak that roam that distant land The glowing fawn sits trembling circled by wolves starved and betrayed Rise Hold Starve Innocent yet symbolic of the suffering cast upon their weathered claws Petrified before the snarling salivating beasts