Song parody of
Desolate
by Harbinger
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Pray
We're shown the way
To Heaven's gate
Where we can rest from all our
Pain
Unbound to fate
Once tribulate
We're now protected from the
Fall
Upon your knees
Before the gods
Pledging your will to save your
Soul
Absolved of sin
Rewards await
In joining hands, we call out
For our Father
With our blood we will consecrate
Here we gather
In the land of the desolate
Who can we all depend on now when the darkness calls out our name
What is there we must prove that we may be worthy of his face
When will we all be proven that our beliefs are not all in vain
Why sing of the delusion of a revered, exalted estate
Pray
Forever wait
Feed the masquerade
Pray
Heaven's delayed
Feed
The masquerade
Wade
In severed faith
The hour is late
Shadows abound, spiritual
Death
No kingdom come
No holy gate
Now bound for Hell
We call out
For your murder
With your blood we will desecrate
Mammon gathers
In the land of the desolate
Dying slave found beneath the skin
Chained by hope to the wheel of sin
Void of darkness born from within
Take me back where it all began
Pray
We're shown the way
To Heaven's gate
Where we can rest from all our
Pain
Unbound to fate
Once tribulate
We're now protected from the
Fall
Upon your knees
Before the gods
Pledging your will to save your
Soul
Absolved of sin
Rewards await
In joining hands, we call out
For our Father
With our blood we will consecrate
Here we gather
In the land of the desolate
Who can we all depend on now when the darkness calls out our name
What is there we must prove that we may be worthy of his face
When will we all be proven that our beliefs are not all in vain
Why sing of the delusion of a revered, exalted estate
Pray
Forever wait
Feed the masquerade
Pray
Heaven's delayed
Feed
The masquerade
Wade
In severed faith
The hour is late
Shadows abound, spiritual
Death
No kingdom come
No holy gate
Now bound for Hell
We call out
For your murder
With your blood we will desecrate
Mammon gathers
In the land of the desolate
Dying slave found beneath the skin
Chained by hope to the wheel of sin
Void of darkness born from within
Take me back where it all began
