The Great Deceiver - We - The Dead lyrics

Bathe my path in your shining light Only to disappear The bells of reckoning Ringing high and clear Under the heavens Dressed in the flesh of a dying race The more we die out and decay The less our gods they shall weep Our lives are nothing but thaw In the final summer of the gods We - the dead We - the dead Under the heavens shifting skies through wretched years of wrong An omen of a heathen hope Distant echoes of bronze The shroud of man Dragged through the ashes of a burning land The more we die out and decay The less of our gods they shall weep Our lives are nothing but thaw In the final summer of the gods We - the dead We - the dead We - the goatherd We - the dead We - the real world We - the dead under the heavens Dressed in the flesh of a dying race