Desperate times in vain of the weakend man
The path we choose is seldom free of leaves
The crimes I gaze on, they're in you're hands

They pray on you and they gave in over me

avenge your suns

With flames too high
That fire must burn
To a thousand stories high

With what remains
Do what you will
The truth is told

Whats dead is dead

Dusty roads to pave on, where do you stand

The street names froe the vein's of seldomscene
The skies you gaze on, here comes your man
The summer heats the trail of broken dreams


avenge your suns
With flames too high

That fire must burn
To a thousand stories high
With what remains

Do what you will
The truth is told
Whats dead is dead


Fire stands throughout the day
spark the prey in hunters eyes

tonight we raise the night away
a pain that never cares
set the sails, before the light

drape the fears between the cries
our redemption comes tonight
so light the signal fires


Desperate times in vain of the weakend man
The path we choose is seldom free of leaves

The crimes I gaze on, they're in you're hands
They prey on you and they gave in over me


avenge your suns
With flames too high
That fire must burn

To a thousand stories high
With what remains
Do what you will

The truth is told
Whats dead is dead (x2)