Path of Desolation - The Faceless Men

All ambition to fail and we find comfort in a deadly routine
As our faces start to fade our dreams and hopes hang on the scaffold

Some nights in my bed I hear words, a whisper from my childhood self
A past long since gone, have I lost the will?

I blend with the faceless men
Greet me for the first time again for tomorrow you won't remember me

In an aimless life I walk
Amongst hundreds on a traceless trail
A man with no face, I am no one

And so we all march, each step as an echo to the song that was heard a thousand times

I blend with the faceless men
Greet me or him, there's no difference for we are the ones you won't remember

In an aimless life we walk
We are hundreds on a traceless trail
In sickness and in health
Until death do us all apart
Grooms and brides in one shade of grey
One ring to bind us all

We are no one

Written by:
David Mottier, Louis Bonard

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