Letra de A Eulogy For The Damned
Beggars, thieves, and lifes downtrodden Come to me as the king of the damned They hang their actions on my blackened outlook They take their lives by the slight of my hand They bought a ticket to the gates of heaven But all the saints see them coming, and they runNo chance for reason, no hope at all No slight return to grace, but a long, long way to fall A sorry sign of weakness, a silly game to play A sad song of what becomes of the souls on judgement dayDead eyes to find you, no tales to tell Been lost so long, I learn to hunt by sense of smell Old hands are broken, old veins are torn 'Cause we're all dying from the day that we are bornWe're trying, we're torn We're dying from the day that we're born We're trying, we're torn We're dying from the day that we're bornCan't save the sick man, can't raise the dead Can't make a deal with something that's only in your head My spirit's broken, my soul is torn 'Cause we're all dying from the day that we are bornWe're trying, we're torn We're dying from the day that we're born We're trying, we're torn We're dying from the day that we're born