From Autumn To Ashes

On the might of kings and captains
On the eyes of midnight watchmen
I know my hatred is perfect for the culprit
Who deserves
It dead meat
Against your broken bones
Thrown in a ditch to die alone
But there is no dream
Worth pursuing
When there is no body embracing
And there is no war worth fighting
When there is no blood worth spilling
On the might of kings and captains
On the eyes of midnight watchmen
I know my hatred is perfect for the culprit
Who deserves
It"s dead meat
Against your broken bones
Thrown in a ditch to die alone
But there is no dream worth pursing
When there is no body embracing
And there is no war worth fighting
When there is no blood worth spilling