Savage Grace

Watching so many nights in the mirror Knowing my hands killed again The smell of death lingers around me And still your fear binds you to the truth Loving a robber of life bleeds your body Sharing the guilt for my crimes Drains your soul Your young h

The thunder echoes, flashes light the sky, Bells of death ring in glory A million jackboots, Marching from the past, Warn of the sorrow and fury Souls of the lost, claim their spoils of war The spectre of doom wants to touch So many more. Raise your

So close to the crossroads, So close to the edge, To the brink of destruction we are led Our leaders betray us, their silver in hand For the sins of their bodies, Their souls be damned Lies and deceit fool the masses, They silence the bold The truth