Stain Of Faith - Pestilence, War, Famine, Death текст песни

So let it fall

The ideals, we so cherished
These false gods, hope is a man-made illusion
The perplexity, of weakness
Gather to the fallen
The fallout we created
So let it fall

The images, we held to
These fields of torn bodies
The scorched and pock-marked earth
The stupidity of glory
Gather to the fields of long forgotten graves

We turn back
Only to
See the sky raining fire

Stand knee-deep
In the blood
The levels rising higher

My sweet Pandora, what have you done?
We abide the conflagration
And watch this world, fucking burn

The seeds of my hate, have taken root
In every breathe of life
So let it fall
Let it fall

So fucking let it fall, into the pits of hell