Scourge

I will divide

All the things that we have achieved

Wide eyed army of one

My ordeals yield no knowledge

Past deeds undone

Hear these hymns you will not believe

Time to make our stand

The hidden path reveals me

We are all live to decline

I never believed

Facing down damned ground

I saw the end of time

There is no prophets to saviours

There is nothing left to save and to serve

In these times without dignity

Without hope the end means nothing to you

We, the deciever

We, the dishonor

Time to make our stand

Become the unknown - and then you hear nothing

There is no prophets to saviours

There is nothing left to save and to serve

In these times without dignity

Without hope the end means nothing to you

Without hope the end means nothing to you

The scourge are gives and takes all away