Peasant Hands - Guilt

Tragic how we are
Taken to our misfortune
Owning nothing in return
Judges wracked with guilt
Protect the elders of the order
And the bastards they have made us
Don't Judge
With hands empty
Don't judge
From the inside
From the inside
Tragic how we end
Drowning in misfortune
Don't Judge
With hands empty
Don't judge
From the inside
From the inside
We were made to take the throne
They
Were born to betray
We were born to take the throne
Judge what we kill
Cursed by the balance around us
Abducted the phalanx now surrounds us
Cursed with the balance
Abducted by the phalanx
Buying time
We pervert
Victims of our nature
In death and torture
Victims of our nature
In death and torture
Judges wracked with guilt
Tragic how we end
We end
Taken to our misfortune
Judges wracked with guilt
Judge us
Judges wracked with guilt
Judge us
Judges wracked with guilt
Judge us
Judges wracked with guilt

Written by:
Joseph Flores

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