These people waiting for something that will never come These people paying for nothing with their sweat and blood My keeper, the man who spits lies straight to my face as they feast on their strife The light in my eyes tells me that that must be a better place than this, but now I cannot leave They expect me to stay just for their faith This act of betrayal to myself is a choice that I have to make Ive been waiting a long time for this holding it in for years But I must do this for myself and to let you know That something else exist than the life you knew Together our eyes have shown us home We have no choice now Focusing on the pain of the punishment If they find us here it will be as if hell was sent To bring us back as slaves to the offering Id rather die than utter the words I repent I hope you can accept this life you must live Till we are old running from memories that we are trying to rid BETRAYER is the name that we now bare If time catches us, our hearts will be one in the depths of the crypts A millennium past the peace shattered by unholy chants Taken our souls from the gates to be brought to the darkest of hands
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