Never Let It Die
The Seven Fat Years Are Over by Blind To Faith

Mountains Of Gold

by Blind To Faith· from The Seven Fat Years Are Over

cold and growing colder, the ashen day that sheds no light. im growing colder and colder. thses winding roads will never take me home. a march without purpose, a mission, blind to faith. i see the roaches and the snakes, they crawl all around my feet. my world burns at the stake, barren wastelands unmarked graves. they promised mountains of gold, all we got was piles of shit. my dreams turned to dust, by the touch of their cold hands. im choking betrayed, im drowning, betrayed, dragging myself through life. i see the roaches and the snakes they crawl all around my feet, my world burns at the stake.