Heads on spikes, symbols on skulls / Give me a reason to go on
The winter sky is full of ash / Broken homes, endless trash
But in the darkness he holds his son
He's all that's left, the only one
In the hills, the people hide / Join together, rot inside
In the land, the only hope / Is to die young, to not get old
But in the darkness he holds his son / He's all that's left, the only one
In the darkness he holds his son / There is no God, the is no love
Stripped to the marrow / Their empty platitudes can't
Clothe them, feed them, heal them
They shuck them off like a thin, useless skin
That they've outgrown when hunger calls
How long must my journey go? / And my sorrow no one know?
The winter sky is full of ash / Broken homes, endless trash
But in the darkness he holds his son
He's all that's left, the only one
In the hills, the people hide / Join together, rot inside
In the land, the only hope / Is to die young, to not get old
But in the darkness he holds his son / He's all that's left, the only one
In the darkness he holds his son / There is no God, the is no love
Stripped to the marrow / Their empty platitudes can't
Clothe them, feed them, heal them
They shuck them off like a thin, useless skin
That they've outgrown when hunger calls
How long must my journey go? / And my sorrow no one know?