Orpheus Omega

Torn from the inside, giving all you have, You'll run a thousand miles before you take on helping hands, They take it all for granted, a never-ending feed, But when the trough is empty, see the failure of the breed Now run to me, and show me grace, W

Curse them here they come again, Sending more to the slaughter, Thanks to mortal hands, These walls do stand (do stand), Held strong by fate, No one gets out alive (they're dead now), Their only true chance now, Is to surrender (their soul) Cut down

Lead as you may, and for a time, their minds will not stray. A path of mistrust, of violence and hate, in the words from above, He will send you straight, to the pits of fire, Their pitchforks held high, this hell is on earth, And for blood, they wil