This is our call to see these idols fall
Drag them out into the light, let fate devour whole
This is your fault, you fool of faith untrue
That we should face the grave with such a blackened viewThis pain is true
We see the damage done
In the eyes of those turning awaySave your plea for the day that we suffer
The wake of this treason
Rain like fire descending upon us in holy resolve
(Upon this ground)Hollow name of encircled frame
Deception incarnate, receive my vow of hateThis pain is true
See how the blood will run
In the eyes of those turning awaySave your plea for the day that we suffer
The wake of this treason
Rain like fire descending upon us in holy resolve
(Upon this ground)Save your plea for the day that we suffer
The wake of this treason
Rain like fire descending upon us in holy resolve
(Upon this ground)We see the damage done
Resounding desecration
We see the damage done
Blackened insurrectionSuppress the pain of mind as long as you can bear
And feel the desperation clawing from within
They say the truth is found when hell is at your doorstep
You'd better pray to see that time come to passSave your plea for the day that we suffer
The wake of this treason
Rain like fire descending upon us in holy resolve
(Upon this ground)Save your plea for the day that we suffer
The wake of this treason
Rain like fire descending upon us in holy resolve
(Upon this ground)
Songwriters
RYAN CLARK (16293)Published by
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing