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Heathen son of a priest turned madman

Fell short of a small part in gods plan

Sell your day for the average wage

Take your dose and your place in line

Grind it out with the filth and wasted

Come home to your grave with the other dead men

Halo of black, awakens your senses

No sunlight to fracture your mind

You find yourself stranded again

A desperate pursuit in a fog

Time has won another

This might be your minute

This might be your second to leave like no other

The world at war and none saw you fall

Both sides have lost. You end up with nothing

No rallies, no crown and nothing to show for it

Faded away. No stories, no scars

The world at war and none saw you fall

All sides have lost. Blood shed for nothing

No rallies, no crown, years drag to an end

A rank and file man burns again

Halo of black, awakens your senses

No sunlight to fracture your mind

You find yourself stranded again

A desperate pursuit in a fog

Time has won another

This might be your minute

This might be your second to leave like no other

Shed your blood

Sacrificed

but there’s nothing that you conquered

From hell and back

a shattered man

but there’s nothing more for you but pain

Gave yourself

To the machine

But there’s nothing that you conquered

Dissipate into the air

But your oxidized urn lives for us