October Falls - The Weight Of The Fallen lyrics

Abandoned fields at the core of the hope That once carried the weight of the fallen Life’s rotten tree with the last poisoned fruits Still tempting the weakest men The well of mankind is the womb of the earth Bleeding the poisoned blood from the soil Yet the roots of greed are dwelling within In every man and at their tombs It's the weight of the fallen The sleigh of a thousand stones A man without guilt is a man without sin A brother or father, all k**ing their kin Drunken by greed, harvesting same seeds And the blood flows back to these soils Like dead without a grave or d**h without sleep The roots of greed are dwelling within In every man, in every grave The weight of the fallen