Your sun is setting and the day is late As we walk over this wasteland of hate There's people getting angry in these darkest hours There's blood on the
blame But every minute, every hour, every second 40 hours and counting I shut my eyes and sleep here Shut my eyes and sleep to dream Lately after dark
so sure I'm at a place of where I give no grace I'm a soldier of war I sit waiting for my darkest hour To come I cannot think about the things That
rendition of the street is territory counts as power Defence and attack clash with firarm showers The irony of casket flowers, that at violent hours It
build the form hour's best Fit us for the fight swinging weapons engage tonight Raise the drawbridge take our posts a feast tonight salute and boast Darkness
[Prelude] I am sleeping in the dark. There is blackness in my heart. I'm calling to the gods. Give me the power for my march. [Verse 1] Up in the highlands
in the toilet, dick hair on the seat, And somebody blood on the towel. Well this shit here for you. (Jamie Madrox) Carbonation and puss bubbles in open wounds
breeze amidst shadowed forest greens now plowed away to starve their dreams crawling now on wounded limbs over colorless stone and stained glass debris at this the darkest hour
The sun is setting and the day is late As we walk over this wasteland of hate People getting angry in these darkest hours Blood on the streets and the
leader is laid low He was ready to fall He was quick to defend Killed outright he was By his own men It's the last day's last hour Of the last happy
that you have what it takes To come over to the other side The final hour in hell All your sins vanished from the face of the earth Embrace the darkness
in darkness a thousand seasons come and go... Mighty enought to cover all and also cruel enough to reveal but the wounds and scars I carry neither force
a drum I'll never mend And all the rain falls down amen on the works of last year's man I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark
(Spirits Of The Dead) Thy soul shall find itself crying alone Mid dark thoughts of gray tomb-stone Not one, of all the crowd Into the hour of horror
Whispers in the dismal mist are full of crystal promises Black rites begun in earnest, ignite hell's hungry furnace Behold the bold inauguration of the dark
nothing can kill me These wounds will heal nothing can stop me now These wounds will heal nothing can stop me now These wounds will heal These wounds will heal These wounds
dismal gloom of death She will taste my blood tonight, the sweet taste of my blood The hour of my demise has come, the final hour And the sun is close
within the hollow Your darkness is not waiting, it has already arrived Coming down slow Feel the inevitable against your skin Let it in Like a wound