Oathbreaker

All you believers All lost who have been found
Your silver tongues your pulpits coming down
The rising sun is but a savior of the perfect sound.
They’re burning temples and your God is nowhere to be found.
Look to the sky see the proof of what is real.
Accept your role we must not bow to what we feel.
The rising sun is but a savior of the perfect sound.
They’re burning churches and your God is nowhere to be found.
This universe is vast and riding death in alarming time Empty gods can hold you
faith because you’re scared to die.
Well I’m not scared to die