Lamb Of God

Endless mornings cut by the dawn razor
Whipping the nightmares to a froth
Endless questions with no answers
No replacement for whats been lost
Lost
Everything suffocates in the dust of past
fortunes squandered
the empire of lies to whome you pandered
Suffer a self-imposed exile, taste the bitter
fruits of denial
In the presence of greatness the humble can only bow
Frost on the breath of life
Empty of warmth or light
Full of nothing but deprivation