Oath Of Silence

Shamed by the weak and cast down in disgust A shell of a broken man without trust Preaching upon open ears of the deaf Depraved words uttered beneath your cold breathe Killing what's left of the embers of youth Sraping and clawing for a whisper of truth Sewing our mouths shut as nothing escapes Love and grave is a display of a man you once were But unlike the hand of Midas What you touch with turn to shit Blood will flow between us And the ground will shake until you repent your sins The touch of cold skin and the embrace of life In darkness dwells secrets in a holy disguise Nothing will soothe you, old hands will turn numb Silence will not speak But unlike the hand of Midas What you touch will turn to shit Burn this fucking saviour Until you see the damage you cause --- Oath Of Silence - Sylosis