Nyctophile - March of the Exiles

The heritage
Of a people
Vanishing
Before their very eyes
They wept
They marched
To certain
Death

The Euphrates now shaded crimson
The roads lined with the bones of the exiles
For the righteous all their hopes now dwelled
The extermination has begun

Sovereignty
Was never theirs
No one
Heard their pleas
Justice
Was never theirs
Their fate
Laid beneath the sands

Look into their eyes
They're calling out to you
Endless suffering
They cant take this anymore
Heed their calls
Time is running out
Bells are tolling
Tears have settled in
Their voices resonate
Through the vast desert
As hollow sounding
As the void in their hearts
Lonesome
are their days
Loathe-some
are their minds

Sovereignty
Was never theirs
No one
Heard their plea's
Justice
Was never theirs
Their fate
Laid beneath the sands

Look into their eyes
They're calling out to you
Endless suffering
They cant take this anymore
Heed their calls
Time is running out
Bells are tolling
Tears have settled in
Look into their eyes
They're calling out to you
Endless suffering
They cant take this anymore
Heed their calls
Time is running out
Bells are tolling
Tears have settled in
Tears have settled in