The Forfeit Songtext

von After The Burial

Every time your lips
Spill their poisonous words,
They infect the ones you claimed to have cared for. We are gored by your
Serrated
Ways.
We shed our faith,
We've bled oceans for your cause.
We shed our faith in your atrocity.
We've come to claim
A thousand lives to live.
Open hands will shape what little time we have.
We exude our servitude
To a lifetime
Of deceptive worship.
Righteous hands
Will rise,
If only to redeem the city of the gods.

And in ourselves we trust.
A thousand fists will rain.
This mighty downpour will wash away.
There is new hope in every open eye.
Promise to ourselves that these words will never die.

We exude our servant hood to a lifetime of immoral worship.
Righteous hands will rise, if only to redeem the souls of the meek.

GUITARSOLO

Burn your spores so your plague
Will not manifest in
The hearts of the innocent.
And when the blackest day becomes forever grey,
The ash will scatter of what has not remained.

The ashes have buried YOU.

The ashes have buried YOU.