King Lycaon - The Fortunate Ones

Welcome to paradise
When we bury our dead
They all come back to life
No longer men

Don't pity the dead
They come for me
No comfort for humanity
If survival was the consolation
Can't say that I'm grateful

They, Coming for our flesh
Coming for the feast of our bones That they prize from the fallen
We, Running without rest
Running out of time and of hope for a cure to this poison

I did, I tried to conquer death
I tried to find a way to preserve
All the live that were stolen
Hate, always with a plan
Always finds a way to consume
And corrupt our compassions

Don't wake the fury of the dead
Don't wake the fury of the dead

The first to die where the fortunate ones
The first to die
The first to die where the fortunate ones
Save me from my fate

Flame, all else seems to fail
Nothing seems to cut through the shell of these living nightmares
Pain, never living well
Nothing left to give or to gain from this hell I'm living

The first to die where the fortunate ones
The first to die
The first to die where the fortunate ones
The first to die where the fortunate ones
The first to die where the fortunate ones

Don't wake the fury of the dead
Don't wake the fury of the dead
Don't wake the fury of the dead
Don't wake the fury of the dead

Written by:
JM Campbell

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