Wake Dead Man, Wake Lyrics - As Cities Burn

Let the dead bury their own dead 

Will you still love me in famine? 

As when love began at the harvest 

Or would you gain the whole world 

Son, I love you at your darkest 

But what good is the whole world 

When I promise no tomorrow? 

I only promise your tomorrows 

Will never take you past my palm 

Love, what is love without trust? 

At my word would you bring your Isaac 

Son, I loved you at your darkest