Hollow Ground 歌词

Gold is dripping from the hands of the profane While the righteous wash their bread in falling rain They build their empires on the bones of the sincere Selling every soul to keep the shadows near The silver tongue is whispering a path of easy pride But once you cross the line there is no place for you to hide! Empty pockets hold a weight they'll never know A dignity that keeps your inner fire aglow The banquet of the thief is filled with bitter wine Stand your ground and never leave the holy line Rise from the dust of this hollow ground Where the gold is king and the truth is drowned! Rise from the dust! Stand your ground! The persistance is the hope that never will fall! Rise from the dust of this hollow ground Where the gold is king and the truth is drowned! Rise from the dust! Stand your ground! The persistance is the hope that never will fall!