Woe Betide - Black Out the Sun

Trample the skulls
Of a thousand men

We stand upon the precipice
Gazing below like a crow
Picking skin from bone

The ever engulfing fire
And unholy pyre
From riches to ash
You were built to last

Black out the sun
With the ashes of the dead

Pestilence will rejoice
Our mothers womb
Suffocate

Here lies suicide
An empty grave upon shallow eyes
Castrate the mind
I'd rather die

Trample the skulls
Of a thousand men

Black out the sun
With the ashes of the dead

The winds Carey
The stench of death
And as you struggle to catch your breath
Us crows will feast upon the rest

Here lies suicide
An empty grave upon shallow eyes
Here lies
Suicide

Nothing but an elegy
Of emptiness
Filling he glassy orbs
In my socket

To make me whole again
My wings to span
The death of the willing
The destruction of man

Black out the sun
With the ashes
Of the dead

Pestilence
Shrouded in shadows
Pain
Overthrowing
They speak of times
When the world was green
Now all is distain
As we blackout the sun
With the ashes and of the dead

Written by:
Charlie Michael, Jack Roberts, Kieran Shearer, Lee Cox

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