Your Chariot Awaits (The Red Shore)

Beneath the damned, beneath their rotting corpses They lay in wait, as the marching band exhumes the dead I bare the mark of a thousand burning city streets The price of blame as the wage of sin devours man To rot below, as if to seek the dead My fate, unknown, to fight or fall victim Compromise is met with failure, abolish what is known Conspire and attain They bleed for past transgressions, drowning in ignorance They haven't the slightest impression Unwilling to beg for their lives Their fate is so carefully constructed, made worse by the Fueling of fire My soul is the only objective that which their flesh desires In the war, of the Gods we're so greatly burdened Confined to chains of our sins, as our lives are bartered We must stand in the end, we must face our demons Turn our backs to the sky, as we bleed for freedom Burnt to ashes, consumed by sin This hell awoken to purge thy sins