The Wounded Chaos Spectacle Lyrics
Artist - The Wounded
Album - Monument
Oh night deceive the day with your fabulous whores.
Don
Send me your greatest sons of war.
To bury me.
As I dreamed of a world forever dark,
And city
Where our gods turned out the evening light.
And forever banished us.
On this stage where they hung our beloved pride.
Where the faces of morality have died.
A hall where sons of harlots dance.
On hallowed songs.
You can sing your tunes and hymns of war.
Spread the hate and connect the pain.
As we will sever it again
As I walk through the valley of life and death,
It
It
Left stranded
There is nothing here but pain and hate,
And a little spark that we call god,
But it