Mantraschism
12-24-2003, 02:53 AM
When grey dawn turns to red
And the sky's burned by the flames of hell
The legions of the lost will march
Like a tempest into the sun
When grey dawn does break barren, lifeless
Hopeless, across the land
And our desires are banished, vanished
Damned by our own hand
We become empty and drift into the night
Cut loose from our moorings, sailing
Wayward, without a course
And the stars which once were our guides have died
And we lose sight of the source
We become helpless and each breath is a sigh
A lament and last fall where we used to fly
And our eyes hold no light, and our heart, no direction
Another sight inflection, forever torn and lost
The legions of the lost
Legions of the lost
The legions of the lost wait in the corners of my mind
To march to the ends of time
The legions of the lost
Legions of the lost
The call to war fills the air in all its hate
And we march to our burning fate
Lost
Forever and a day
Eternity and time without end
Changed by the hand of God
And prison bars wrought by the blind
Angels engaged in twisted verse
Creation altered by their song
White turns to black
And grey bleeds into red
Grey bleeds into red
A summons for the dead
Our hearts are stirred by the bell's chime
A million and one standing in line
The veiled one calls us to arms
And we silently march to the throng
We never see
We never feel
We just obey and go to our doom
We never think
We never hear
We just obey
We don't even know we're slaves
And somewhere beyond the void, there's laughter...
And the sky's burned by the flames of hell
The legions of the lost will march
Like a tempest into the sun
When grey dawn does break barren, lifeless
Hopeless, across the land
And our desires are banished, vanished
Damned by our own hand
We become empty and drift into the night
Cut loose from our moorings, sailing
Wayward, without a course
And the stars which once were our guides have died
And we lose sight of the source
We become helpless and each breath is a sigh
A lament and last fall where we used to fly
And our eyes hold no light, and our heart, no direction
Another sight inflection, forever torn and lost
The legions of the lost
Legions of the lost
The legions of the lost wait in the corners of my mind
To march to the ends of time
The legions of the lost
Legions of the lost
The call to war fills the air in all its hate
And we march to our burning fate
Lost
Forever and a day
Eternity and time without end
Changed by the hand of God
And prison bars wrought by the blind
Angels engaged in twisted verse
Creation altered by their song
White turns to black
And grey bleeds into red
Grey bleeds into red
A summons for the dead
Our hearts are stirred by the bell's chime
A million and one standing in line
The veiled one calls us to arms
And we silently march to the throng
We never see
We never feel
We just obey and go to our doom
We never think
We never hear
We just obey
We don't even know we're slaves
And somewhere beyond the void, there's laughter...