1. PRAYER FOR THE DESOLATE

Who watches the watchers and understands their pain.
Who mourns for the heroes lying in their graves.
Who comforts the children crying in their sleep.
Whoa....Who worships the devil and prays his soul to keep.

Blackened is this heart of mine
I’ve watched it bleed a thousand times
Wicked are these jealous things and all the hatred that they bring

My tortured forsaken soul is all I have to offer
The reaper is close at hand waiting to drag me under
The angels weep my body bleeds, my eyes won’t see tomorrow
My faith is strong, my sword is truth, yet all that’s left is sorrow

Who whispers to prophets sure to keep the faith
Who bribes the confessor to keep their secrets safe

Blackened is this heart of mine
I’ve watched it bleed a thousand times
Wicked are these jealous things and all the hatred that they bring

My tortured forsaken soul is all I have to offer
The reaper is close at hand waiting to drag me under
The angels weep, my body bleeds, my eyes won’t see tomorrow
My faith is strong, my sword is truth, yet all that’s left is sorrow

My tortured forsaken soul is all I have to offer
The reaper is close at hand waiting to drag me under
The angels weep, my body bleeds, my eyes won’t see tomorrow
My faith is strong, my sword is truth, yet all that’s left is sorrow