Children Of The Pauper King

Silent streets, empty halls

We’re praying for our children

We’re burned, we’re scorned

Their faces turn on me

My screams are stuck

His mighty hands are so idle

The words of the lord

A madman’s pledge

On a passage to nowhere

In the season of lies

Come harvest time

It’s high upon high

On a passage to nowhere

In the seasons of lies

Come harvest

Hiding in the shadows

The demon’s spawn screaming

We’re lost, we are doomed

There’s no turning back

This is the closure

A final retribution

Promises to keep

Lost in the confusion

On a passage to nowhere

In the seasons of lies

Come harvest time

It’s high upon high

On a passage to nowhere

In the season of lies

Come harvest

Darkness belongs

Into the light

His mighty hands will guide you

Into your life

We are the children

Of the Pauper King

We are the lost sinners

Crying out to the King

On a passage to nowhere

In the seasons of lies

Come harvest time

High upon high

On a passage to nowhere

In the seasons of lies

Come harvest time

On a passage to nowhere

In the seasons of lies

Come harvest time

On a passage to nowhere

In the seasons of lies

Come harvest time