Besedila:
As Hope Dies Legions Bow To A Faceless God

Legions bow to a faceless God faithful to their lord willing to die for this savior they can not see. they can not feel. wasting away brainwashed forever

to hold near to my heart denied again I'm left with a bitter taste in my mouth and a heart as cold as ice with no warmth in sight hoping for a heart that

feeding the broken words of hope in vain no comfort can be found in the embrace of insincerity we hold on by a thread of hope but that thread is nothing

I opened for the first time to the tender indifference of the world as if my great anger had purged me of all evil emptied me of everything of hope in

Legions bow to a faceless God faithful to their lord willing to die for this savior they can not see. they can not feel. wasting away brainwashed forever

Realized under the cover of darkness we are the dreams and they are the shadows of doubt in a lucid mind in a cocoon of fear there is nothing left but