A Plea for Solace 歌词

Our march goes on Past the places we've grown to love. I look into the eyes of my neighbor And see the pain of a thousand years. Heaven follows with us But only through its plagues. The rivers turn to blood At our finger tips. Famine overtakes us. We seek death But that is one comfort we'll never see. The torment is unbearable But we march on nonetheless And heaven follows with us, But only through its plagues. No prayer can save us, Death won't bless us here. The cities crumble as we pass. All that's left is persecution. Step towards the throne, Step towards His throne. (Chant:) We await our judgment We await our doom.