200 Years

Текст песни The Funeral Pyre - 200 Years

Black Earth LyricsA field poised to create life
To bring a depression unlike any
Does this thirst ever become satisfied?
I gain more but feel nothing

My heart pains, yearning for more
My heart pains, yearning

Empty and desolate, nothing can survive
My hunger to persecute
For we are losing all, nothing is real
For we are losing all, nothing is real

The darkness below the surface
It's crude life that creates misery
Eaten alive by a force
That allows no joy or happiness

I must walk the destiny of solitude
The path of unwelcomed

For we are losing all, nothing is real
For we are losing all, nothing is real
For we are losing all, nothing is real