Fiction Kingdom - Demon Hunter

Dig yourself a shallow grave

Your life is not the legacy

Of honor you would dig six feet for

Broken is the way you came

And broken is the way that

You will leave when everything is paid for

Make another hollow claim

A fable of regurgitated nothing

We could tear wide open

False in every possible way

Your god is still the powerless

Creation you will lose your hope in

Now you bleed for the lord of hate

That you stole from the pages of truth

And separate the product from

It's own account to birth a gospel of inferior view

Black reign is all in dream

Your truth is absolutions end

Dead is the way you stake your life on

The oblivious belief

What a waste to sell your spirit for

Dead is the way you stake your life on

The oblivious belief

What a waste to sell your spirit for

Lay upon the bed you made

Your word is not the legacy of truth

That you would bet your life on

Stand to face a mirrored blade

And tremble in the wake of your

Conviction as you put your life on

Now you bleed for the lord of hate

That you stole from the pages of truth

And separate the product from

It's own account to birth a gospel of inferior view

Black reign is all in dream

Your truth is absolutions end

Dead is the way you stake your life on

The oblivious belief

What a waste to sell your spirit for

Dead is the way you stake your life on

The oblivious belief

What a waste to sell your spirit for

This war is a page unwritten

But we know how it ends

Take a step to the throne convicted

Choking back your amends

Cry the death of fiction kingdom

Your truth is absolutions end

Dead is the way you stake your life on

The oblivious belief

What a waste to sell your spirit for

Dead is the way you stake your life on

The oblivious belief

What a waste to sell your spirit for