Lord Of The Lost - A War Within lyrics
[Lord Of The Lost - A War Within lyrics]
I tried to walk a noble course
But doom had loomed from when
They spoke of pride but forced remorse
In everyone but them
Then I fell, then I fell into despair
All of them, all of them left me there
Way too weak, way too weak, too bereft
In these lies, in this torment, in death
Then I fell, then I fell into despair
All of them, all of them left me there
Way too weak, way too weak, too bereft
Too weak
A war that's within
The lost never win
Grievous and grim
A war within, a war within
The birds that circle sense my hurt
And flesh to peck is nigh
A guilt that man does not deserve
Is pain you can't defy
Then I fell, then I fell into despair
All of them, all of them left me there
Way too weak, way too weak, too bereft
In death
A war that's within (The soul that's without)
The lost never win (Can't beat the devout)
Grievous and grim (Weak and worn out)
A war within, a war within
A war that's within (The soul that's without)
The lost never win (Can't beat the devout)
Grievous and grim (Weak and worn out)
A war within, a war within
(The soul that's without)
(Can't beat the devout)
(Weak and worn out)
(A war within)
I tried to walk a noble course
My face, disgraced, won't fit
My punishment is their reward
They need a hypocrite
But doom had loomed from when
They spoke of pride but forced remorse
In everyone but them
Then I fell, then I fell into despair
All of them, all of them left me there
Way too weak, way too weak, too bereft
In these lies, in this torment, in death
Then I fell, then I fell into despair
All of them, all of them left me there
Way too weak, way too weak, too bereft
Too weak
A war that's within
The lost never win
Grievous and grim
A war within, a war within
The birds that circle sense my hurt
And flesh to peck is nigh
A guilt that man does not deserve
Is pain you can't defy
Then I fell, then I fell into despair
All of them, all of them left me there
Way too weak, way too weak, too bereft
In death
A war that's within (The soul that's without)
The lost never win (Can't beat the devout)
Grievous and grim (Weak and worn out)
A war within, a war within
A war that's within (The soul that's without)
The lost never win (Can't beat the devout)
Grievous and grim (Weak and worn out)
A war within, a war within
(The soul that's without)
(Can't beat the devout)
(Weak and worn out)
(A war within)
I tried to walk a noble course
My face, disgraced, won't fit
My punishment is their reward
They need a hypocrite