Drink it away
Medicate
A catalyst for it to operate

Sons of the fallen
Seed of the flies
The raven is calling

The south, it will rise

Crawling from darkness

Makes way to the surface
Feeding my weakness
Tells me I am powerless


Smoke it away
Medicate

A catalyst for it to operate
Sons of the fallen


Seed of the flies
The raven is calling
The south, it will rise


Its hand clutches ruin
Its grip laced with pain

Day in and day out
It's more of the same


The sins of the father
Bruise the back of the sons
No relief from the slaughter

I'm (you're) not the only one