Thrones

When empty thrones have spoken
You will know the worth of souls

Don't pray for those fallen
They don't relent feeding from their
Own sense of failure, chasing ghosts

And when they run screaming all the way
"We lack the faith, we let it go!"

When empty thrones have spoken
You will know the worth of souls
You will know the worth of souls

Frail grace still hold their place in arms
Broken of shape, yet they are replacing anchor for their grave
Shallow impression that fades

When empty thrones have spoken
You will know the worth of souls
You will know the worth of souls

Don't pray for those fallen
They don't relent feeding from their own...

And when they run screaming all the way
"We lack the faith, we let it go!"

When empty thrones have spoken
You will know the worth of souls
Empty thrones have spoken
You will know the worth of souls