Ignis Fatuus (Guitar + Strings) Lyrics

Ripped from the pages of our history

Forged like the irons in the fires of belief

There is no cure for what lurks beneath

Only the ashes that fall to our feet

Up in the hilltops and into the sky

Over the cities affliction is nigh

In souls of the robbed and hearts of the meek

The weight of the fearful and all the trouble they seek

Look in the eyes, eyes of the dead

Spilled over pages of lies they were fed

But there is no country, there is no creed

There is no future, no future I see

Without the death and the devil beneath

Without the red delta tributaries

Only the fury behind our clenched teeth

The hiss of the wicked wildfires we seethe

So look in the eyes, the eyes of the dead

Comfort the children awake in their beds

For we are the killer claiming the cure

Feigning the dogma of a history impure

So how do we heal a puncture so deep

Ripped from the pages of the history we keep