Fallen from Grace

Dark sun is rising
Our lives revising
Is this the end?
Are we condemned?
Arrogant uprising
The signs despising
Held on a lie
We are destined to die

Ride for a sacred march
Rise to the marble arch

Breathes life into our fears
The silence, ages descend
Reliance forced us to bend
Forsaken in our own land
Ill-fated by an idle command

Ride for a sacred march
Rise to the marble arch

No coffin, no penance, no grave
To reach the halls of light we crave
No coffin, no penance, no grave
To reach the halls of light we crave

Altars scorned and razed
The sick, the frail ablazed
Hatred dictates
Damnation awaits
Blinded, abused, abducted
Genocide conducted
Torture and pain
Spirits in chains

No coffin, no penance, no grave
To reach the halls of light we crave
No coffin, no penance, no grave
To reach the halls of light we crave