The harsh reality is that their minds were more coarse than ours
The worst is over and winter will take it's course
They'll feed on their dead when the land is not their own
Hands of bone start deserting all their homes
Providence
We'll feed their children from the
From the mouths of our own
Such a crusade on hold
Why, because our heart are filled with common sense
Why, because forgiveness comes in hoards
Feed, but don't let them see us
Smile, but don't let them hear us
We'll learn what we can now but why
To bury all them after the snowfall
Ignore the acceptance and just keep your mouth shut
Bide our, time we'll, learn to live like they do
Raise our, strength and
Carry on as they do
Burry our blade far, far from them
Keep them in the dark
We'll just cary on
As if no wrong
We'll just carry on
You just carry on as if no wrong
Just carry on now
Surprise them
Make tragedy our middle name
With our new strength
Fault of their own
We faked it
Believe it
Your forgiveness undone
Now horror comes at night
We've taken what we wanted so bury them