Pantheon Unraveling - The Breathing Process

The glass breaks it bleeds condemning sands upon broken plains days are numbered

Redeemed are the sinners

Their tongues hold no penance all damned

Time in misery, time is misery, time will fall

You are my children, your fears empower me

We are your shepherds, take our hands abandon your faith

For all repent and revere their dying days

Your hourglass has broken (lies holding time incarnate death)

Tomorrows turned up dead

You are my children, your fears empower me

Hours pass, the ever so gentle call of the dark will ravage your veins

Sinners the taste so sweet.

sinners a saving light

For all repent and revere their dying

Your hourglass has broken (lies holding time, incarnating death)

Tomorrows turned up dead