From The Cradle To The Grave

Down the river wild in the starlight from a dream
On the oceans vast I drift upon a crest of memories
Stories to be told ‘round the fires lit at night
Oh how I wish to be there in the presence of my kin.

On and on the broken pawn crawls home
While the raging winds descend upon him
Embrace it one last time
Your memory of me.

Carry the cross the never-fading aiding
Out of my mind as if the sky’s cascading
Torn and deceived the fallen who swears never to fight again
Anguish and fear a horde in dissolution
Desperately waiting for an absolution
Leave me to die upon the ruins of the old state of grace
As the realm is overthrown.

Pride of lions once now a fading memory
Only frozen empty shells that lie in a trail of misery
Once we were young and pure all so easily deceived
By the widow maker the undertaker is here among the sheep.

On and on the broken pawn crawls home
While the raging winds descend upon him
Embrace it one last time
Your memory of me.

Carry the cross the never-fading aiding
Out of my mind as if the sky’s cascading
Torn and deceived the fallen who swears never to fight again
Anguish and fear a horde in dissolution
Desperately waiting for an absolution
Leave me to die upon the ruins of the old state of grace
And pray for the night to come.

From the cradle to the grave
A breeding war machine
Hands tied as they drift before my eyes
And suffocate on lies
One by one drops dead it’s over
Like lambs brought to the slaughter
Let me embrace it one last time
My memory of you.

Carry the cross the never-fading aiding
Out of my mind as if the sky’s cascading
Torn and deceived the fallen who swears never to fight again
Anguish and fear a horde in dissolution
Desperately waiting for an absolution
Leave me to die upon the ruins of the old state of grace
As the realm is overthrown.

Whoa.