Woorden: Front Line Assembly. Epitaph. Existance.

Unearth the vile of anger
Inside surveillance begins
Abide the urge you want
To breathe from within
Exhume the will of saints
You cannot ever prevail

We pass away but want to stay
On this remembrance day

Absolved from the lesson
We watch the living fall
Existence finds no shelter
Embodied from resolve

Out cast from the shadows
Drawn within yourself
Where no one else can find you
Lost within yourself

The army that you needed
To lead a certain way
don't look behind you
nothing's here to stay

And as your breath, slips away
I have to say
Could it, have ever been so right?

Banished to extinction
A prayer for us all
Transparent and demented
Waiting for night to call


Unearth the vile of anger
Inside surveillance begins
Abide the urge you want
To breathe from within

Out cast from the shadows
Drawn within yourself
Where no one else can find you
Lost within yourself

The army that you needed
To lead a certain way
don't look behind you
nothing's here to stay

Out cast from the shadows
Drawn within yourself
Where no one else can find you
Lost within yourself

The army that you needed
To lead a certain way
don't look behind you
nothing's here to stay

And as your breath, slips away
I have to say
Could it, have ever been so right?