Ours Alone · letra

Broken teath, a shattered jaw Ten to one, behold my God Wicked sons of heaven's loss Raise your own inverted cross King's of earth, iron fist Serve the sacred you dismissed Stand before your final day Choke on every line you pray
Raise your glass to death Not one second left
Wake the lifeless, die to fight this Stand beside me. Storm the Gates of Hell Wake the lifeless, die to fight this Stand beside me. Storm the Gates of Hell Storm the Gates of Hell Coward's heart, a serpent's tongue Stand to face what you've outrun Fear of death, fear of pain Bound to all you took in vain No more lies, no regrets Sever ties and hollow debts Open eyes, live to learn Or watch your blessed temple burn
Raise you glass to death Not one second left
Wake the lifeless, die to fight this Stand beside me. Storm the Gates of Hell Wake the lifeless, die to fight this Stand beside me. Storm the Gates of Hell Storm the Gates of Hell
Hell Hath No Fury At All