I look over the darkland haze,
And I see so many souls ablaze,
And I feel myself enter the darkland haze,
Detained, as I fail to see the light that points the way.
Retreat to dreams of another day,
Replace trust from along the way,
Define, collate, the thoughts profane,
Don"t look, don"t weep, pray hard to return again.
Holding onto the wasted land,
Holding onto the wasted faith,
Take away the imagery,
And let the hurt lead you on.
Embrace the fire that burns, the flames that shine,
Retrace the steps of Gods that lead to heaven,
Hell in sight, the burning kingdom draws me in,
The angels plead but I"m taken by the promises of sin,
Perverse, undignified, unpure,
Don"t look, don"t weep, pray hard, to go far away.
Fleeting thoughts conjure up the darkest notions,
Plague my dreams and invade my conscious when I"m waking,
Pacify apparitions far and wide that cross my path,
And leave me standing cold and shaking,
Scared and ashamed as I beg for reprieve,
Closed in, condemned, pray hard to return.
Don"t look, don"t weep, go back, go far away.
Holding onto the wasted land,
Holding onto the wasted faith,
Take away the imagery,
And let the hurt lead you on.
Pray Hard.
And I see so many souls ablaze,
And I feel myself enter the darkland haze,
Detained, as I fail to see the light that points the way.
Retreat to dreams of another day,
Replace trust from along the way,
Define, collate, the thoughts profane,
Don"t look, don"t weep, pray hard to return again.
Holding onto the wasted land,
Holding onto the wasted faith,
Take away the imagery,
And let the hurt lead you on.
Embrace the fire that burns, the flames that shine,
Retrace the steps of Gods that lead to heaven,
Hell in sight, the burning kingdom draws me in,
The angels plead but I"m taken by the promises of sin,
Perverse, undignified, unpure,
Don"t look, don"t weep, pray hard, to go far away.
Fleeting thoughts conjure up the darkest notions,
Plague my dreams and invade my conscious when I"m waking,
Pacify apparitions far and wide that cross my path,
And leave me standing cold and shaking,
Scared and ashamed as I beg for reprieve,
Closed in, condemned, pray hard to return.
Don"t look, don"t weep, go back, go far away.
Holding onto the wasted land,
Holding onto the wasted faith,
Take away the imagery,
And let the hurt lead you on.
Pray Hard.