These People - Painted In Exile

These people waiting for something that will never come

These people paying for nothing with their sweat and blood

My keeper, the man who spits lies straight to my face as they feast on their

strife

The light in my eyes tells me that that must be a better place than this,

but now I cannot leave

They expect me to stay just for their faith

This act of betrayal to myself is a choice that I have to make

I’ve been waiting a long time for this holding it in for years

But I must do this for myself and to let you know

That something else exist than the life you knew

Together our eyes have shown us home

We have no choice now

Focusing on the pain of the punishment

If they find us here it will be as if hell was sent

To bring us back as slaves to the offering

I’d rather die than utter the words «I repent»

I hope you can accept this life you must live

‘Till we are old running from memories that we are trying to rid

BETRAYER is the name that we now bare

If time catches us, our hearts will be one in the depths of the crypts

A millennium past the peace shattered by unholy chants

Taken our souls from the gates to be brought to the darkest of hands