Dusty Roads - ASG

Desperate times in vain of the weakend man

The path we choose is seldom free of leaves

The crimes I gaze on, they’re in you’re hands

They pray on you and they gave in over me

Avenge your suns

With flames too high

That fire must burn

To a thousand stories high

With what remains

Do what you will

The truth is told

Whats dead is dead

Dusty roads to pave on, where do you stand

The street names froe the vein’s of soldomscene

The skies you gaze on, here comes your man

The summer heats the trail of broken dreams

Avenge your suns

With flames too high

That fire must burn

To a thousand stories high

With what remains

Do what you will

The truth is told

Whats dead is dead

Fire stands throughout the day

Spark the prey in hunters eyes

Tonight we raise the night away

A pain that never cares

Set the sails, before the light

Drape the fears between the cries

Our redemption comes tonight

So light the signal fires

Desperate times in vain of the weakend man

The path we choose is seldom free of leaves

The crimes I gaze on, they’re in you’re hands

They prey on you and they gave in over me

Avenge your suns

With flames too high

That fire must burn

To a thousand stories high

With what remains

Do what you will

The truth is told

Whats dead is dead (x2)