We - The Dead by The Great Deceiver Lyrics

Bathe my path in your shining light
Only to disappear
The bells of reckoning
Ringing high and clear
Under the heavens
Dressed in the flesh of a dying race
The more we die out and decay
The less our gods they shall weep
Our lives are nothing but thaw
In the final summer of the gods
We - the dead
We - the dead
Under the heavens shifting skies through wretched years of wrong
An omen of a heathen hope
Distant echoes of bronze
The shroud of man
Dragged through the ashes of a burning land
The more we die out and decay
The less of our gods they shall weep
Our lives are nothing but thaw
In the final summer of the gods
We - the dead
We - the dead
We - the goatherd
We - the dead
We - the real world
We - the dead under the heavens
Dressed in the flesh of a dying race