Daughters Of Winterstone

Demand, consume, repeat the cyclical flow

Man, stolen in the night

Ripped right from the arms of his child

Drain the workforce

Torn, forced into the dark

Working for his heart, cold and blind

More than they can bear

Pushed unto the edge of life

And then further

Pushed unto the edge of life

Expire, replace

Overhead the sun it shines no more

Skies opaque with winter's squall eternal

With faces cast in stone, emerge into the light

We'll never return home, with ashes in our skies

Crushed, kicked, tortured

Quick and painless death you will not find

Slowly, surely, purged clean

Growing ancient, lost within the mine

This is our home

Imprisoned and alone, drowning in the night

We are daughters of the stone, wandering in time

With faces cast in stone, emerge into the light

We'll never return home, with ashes in our skies

Chained to the factory floor, smoke fills our lungs and our world

There is no escaping this well

Cold to the touch yet it burns, fuelling our whole universe

Living hell

With faces cast in stone, emerge into the light

We'll never return home, with ashes in our skies

With faces cast in stone, emerge into the light

We'll never return home, with ashes in our skies

With faces cast in stone, emerge into the light

We'll never return home, with ashes in our skies