In a world where night has silently killed off the day
All the nighty do is look proud on feet made of clay
As a new beginning waits to devour what's old
All the masses do is weep, for their souls have been sold
Oh, don't try to run, don't try to hide
Sheperds in black will feed you your pride
Pawns in their endgame, attack to retreat
Come on and worship the lords of deceit
When the light of truth is slowly engulfed by their lies
Then the weal will give their souls up for fear of demise
As they plant their seeds of sorrow of guilt and dismay
In the people's minds the night will become the new day
Oh, don't try to run, don't try to hide
Sheperds in black will feed you your pride
Pawns in their endgame, attack to retreat
Come on and worship the lords of deceit
Gather 'round and watch destruction in places afar
Shut your minds and mouths for your turn may not be too far
Kiss the hand that feeds the fear you were destined to slay
Lick the chains that bind your souls to the spawn of decay
Oh, don't try to run, don't try to hide
Sheperds in black will feed you your pride
Pawns in their endgame, attack to retreat
Come on and worship the lords of deceit
Pawns in their endgame, attack to retreat
Come on and worship the lords of deceit
All the nighty do is look proud on feet made of clay
As a new beginning waits to devour what's old
All the masses do is weep, for their souls have been sold
Oh, don't try to run, don't try to hide
Sheperds in black will feed you your pride
Pawns in their endgame, attack to retreat
Come on and worship the lords of deceit
When the light of truth is slowly engulfed by their lies
Then the weal will give their souls up for fear of demise
As they plant their seeds of sorrow of guilt and dismay
In the people's minds the night will become the new day
Oh, don't try to run, don't try to hide
Sheperds in black will feed you your pride
Pawns in their endgame, attack to retreat
Come on and worship the lords of deceit
Gather 'round and watch destruction in places afar
Shut your minds and mouths for your turn may not be too far
Kiss the hand that feeds the fear you were destined to slay
Lick the chains that bind your souls to the spawn of decay
Oh, don't try to run, don't try to hide
Sheperds in black will feed you your pride
Pawns in their endgame, attack to retreat
Come on and worship the lords of deceit
Pawns in their endgame, attack to retreat
Come on and worship the lords of deceit
( Crosswind )
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