Hate

In this sadness we rot
In the graveyard of immortals
We’re reborn, we’ve seen the light
Of the mourning sun-rise!
Hold the curse of mortality
Death comes down on the flesh
Once we used to be tyrants
Now we’re icons of pain and regret
Tired faded words that once held identity
Embrace now your destiny
Lift your wings!
Let the drums play louder
To the silence beyon our fate
There’s bloodshed up there
On the cross to celebrate, yea!
Our bodies lie cold
Inside coffins of gold and silk
Once we used to be tyrants
Now we’re icons of pain to be burned...
Tired faded souls come embrace now your destiny
Cast down mortality, lift your wings and be free
No death to come, wash away the agony