Demons playground

The demons are winning, they’re tearing our love No mercy below and no light from above. God’s left the crowd, he’s tired of the sound, Of us wasting time just hanging around.

It’s a battlefield here, against all the odds, Forgotten by grace and abandoned by gods. Nothing left standing, no room left to grow, Just ashes and dust in the wind as we go. No more crying, no more repair, Just the scent of the end in the freezing air. Yeah, it’s a fucking demons playground.

Life isn't balanced, it doesn't keep score, Between what is holy or what is a war. It’s live or it’s die, just running from lies, With the truth buried deep where the wreckage lies. It’s all a big mess, a twisted command,

Nothing goes down the way that you planned. The shadows are long and they’re pulling us under, We’re losing the spark to the sound of the thunder. No turning back now, the gates are wide open, to the promises made and the spirits all broken.

It’s a battlefield here, against all the odds, Forgotten by grace and abandoned by gods. Nothing left standing, no room left to grow, Just ashes and dust in the wind as we go. No more crying, no more repair, Just the scent of the end in the freezing air. Yeah, it’s a demons playground.