To The Lions

A day of blackened signs
This curse upon your head
Your tricks will fall on deaf ears
And they won't save you from this
There is no place here for you
Your tongues become no use
No sins can set you free
Hell has come for your names

The words of your god are forever empty and weak
You can't hide in your empty shell
From the teeth of judgment
No thoughts, no hope

Your paths are worn and morose
Pathetic lies mask your pain
Your swords are stained with the past
No longer means to your ends
We'll burn your cities down
Commit your world to ash
No lies can set you free
We'll cast every stone

The words of your god are forever empty and weak
You can't hide in your empty shell
From the teeth of judgment
No thoughts, no hope, no peace

A legacy of false hope
The lives you claim to save
Derivative and built onĀ 
Your lies that bury the earth
So many lost and still you breathe
No justice for the meek
Who cries for the victims of their wake?

Holding nothing bury them all
Holding nothing burn them all
Burn them bury the weak
Burn them destroy the weak

Tuning: 
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