Why, in disgrace/ Cry, with his face
Grown, out of shadows/ Roam, all this place
Loud, are the screams/ Crowd, gather brings
Frown, on the faces/ Down at the fire ring
Raven, judge this day/ Driven, to always pray
Spoken, words defined/ Fallen, to decay
Run, I hear them coming/ Done, fate is ending
Sun, will never see/ What was meant to be
Flames, torches brought/ Games, in their thoughts
Calls, of the guilty/ Falls, in society
Burn, for your sins/ Learn, what this brings
You, you won't forget/ Oh the suffering
You call me liar. You call me the wretched town clown
Feed us to fire. Bleed us all over your holy ground
Don't be mistaken. Don't point your finger my way
Feed us to fire, but my ashes are here to stay
Plague, of innocence/ Wake, your citizens
Come, save the pyre/ From, burning higher
Fate, you were wrong/ Wait, until the dawn
Said, I must be strong/ Dead but not for long
Days, of tribulation/ Ways, of desecration
Tolls, of a nation/ Folds, like a worm
Oh, father's son/ No, thy won't be done
Oh, father sons/ The game's just begun
Artist: Peter Bradley Adams
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