Plague Of Virtue کے بول

Drawing near Towards the end Of the horizon To cast the stone This is a pathway That runs too long Like a dark road That drags on through In your wake Honor is stained A time to kill A time to heed No sorrow No mourning Dishonor A plague of virtue Can’t you feel What I feel? All sense is gone Your inner God Can’t you see? What I see? You’ve lost it all You’ve lost it all