Texty: Darkest Hour. A Blessing In Tragedy.

A blessing in tragedy
Burning what's left in effigy

Wreckage, when there's nothing left
Wreckage, the birthright of regret
Wreckage, when there's nothing left

A place where truth can hide
A place where falling angels survive
A place where fear rusts though pride
A place where heroes go to die

Self delusion, self destruction, falling short so short of faith

Wreckage, when there's nothing left
Wreckage, the birthright of regret
Wreckage, when there's nothing left

A place where truth can hide
A place where falling angels survive
A place where fear rusts though pride
A place where heroes go to die

An empty shell, a carcass left of greed
And empty shell, in the shade grows another weed

And you wear the scars well, merciless liar
How many times till your shadow haunts you too

Wreckage, when there's nothing left
Wreckage, the birthright of regret
Wreckage, when there's nothing left

A place where truth can hide
A place where falling angels survive
A place where fear rusts though pride
A place where heroes go to die

A place where fear rusts though pride
A place where heroes go to die

An empty shell, a carcass left of greed
And empty shell, in the shade grows another weed