Worgram - A Sorrowful Dispute Lyrics

My Mind is in a war against the world
We send Thought-Soldiers
The weaponry gets dirty as it cuts its way
Through our future

Mother Mercy
Is hanging from a tree
With her arms slit wide open

Burn
We will Burn
Burn
We will all
Burn

A Sorrowful Dispute

Dark thoughts are blackening the sky
Crucial losses on both sides
We are so stubborn
The reason of this fight
Is essentially meaningless

There
Will be
No
Winner
We will both
Die

Father Vengeance
Is standing next to me
Fill my mind with brutality
My actions activate the lighter
The spark now ignites the end

We will Burn
Burn
We will all burn
Burn

The Fire devour our flesh
Too late for insight now
We didn't realize that
The thought war was now
Everything we are
Everything we'll be
Memories erased
Because of it

Burn
We Burn
Burn
We all burn