As smoke rises in the distance, when the night begins to fall
A sulfur smell fills the air with the anger of the crowd
Some call this revolution, some call this the end
Slaves turn into leaders but they will soon all look the same
Let's spread some gasoline around
Crack a match and let it fall down
As we watch the red glowing flames consume our past
Only will remain what's built to last
Once tyrants have been defeated, blood pouring from their wounds
A thousand factions will arrive trying to claim back the crown
Yesterday's dreams are forgotten by the will of the strongest ones
So many broken promises deeply engraved in the stone
But I'm just a witness, not one of your fake prophets
Stuck by something senseless, that you dare call progress
Kings of an ash realm and queens of a world of dust
Your arrogance is nothing compared to your well-said lust
These ruins are now your palace and will soon be your grave
Enemies lurking from within, ready to seal your fate.
credits
from Demo 2015,
released June 23, 2015
Music and lyrics by Greg Legarand
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