Gathering at the Wake

All that is left is Scorn
All that is left is gone forever
Lords over Life and Death are ruling this World
Blood will be shed within this Dominion of Doom

Abused in Life, abused in Death
Abused to Death in a Spirit World
Looking at you:
The next in Line in the Netherworld

Fall from Grace at the Bottom of Heaps
Light the Torch in the bottomless Deep
Lamenting Hours of a useless Plan and a dying Trust

Gathering at the Wake:
I put to Rest the evil Cross that I bear

Blazing in the Heat of my Petition;
This, I solemnly swear
Looking back on the Effigy on the broken, burning Stake
Stepping out of my Life and into the never-ending Storm;
Gathering at the Wake

The somber Silence is too contrived
Reaping the Harvest before it's ripe
Hills of Creation pinning us up against the shadowy Pall

Armies of Justice have melted away
Looking for Saviors to lead the Way
Looking for Leaders to bestow on us this genuine Apostasy

Gathering at the Wake:
I put to Rest the evil Cross that I bear
Blazing in the Heat of my Petition;
This, I solemnly swear
Looking back on the Effigy on the broken, burning Stake
Stepping out of my Life and into the never-ending Storm;
Gathering at the Wake

Walking down the Steps of this endless Lie
Accompany the Cries of a Grief so deep
The Covenant is chaining me to Walls of Sleep
Lead me to the Altar of Death

Dreaming of Paradise
My Life was stolen
This bleeding Mourning spilling a Stream of olden Blood

Gathering at the Wake:
I put to Rest the evil Cross that I bear
Blazing in the Heat of my Petition;
This, I solemnly swear
I put to Rest the evil Cross that I bear
Stepping out of my Life and into the Night

I'll never rest again
I'll never live again
Yearning for the End
Yearning for a Gathering at my Wake