burst out of negation and discern
enough to see your halo fall
to bring an end to it all
dormant hearts now beating
tell the hangman the guilty have arrived
a kingdom so perfectly wretched
i hope their hands cling to your soul
the moon beheld the flames
yet the scorched skies bore no change
the sound of the funeral bell now rings
hands of stone claw at the throat
omens cast out in place of wisdom
open minds must choose a side
tell the hangman i have arrived
a kingdom so perfectly wretched
i hope their hands cling to your soul
awaken and remove the veil
pray for your soul to keep
for in hell you'll have no prayers to reap
by breaking the silence we give in to them
like lambs to the slaughter unaware
walking into the eye of the storm
and when the world's asleep
unleash the dogs and set them astray