Chant of the Misanthropic by Scream at the Sun

Everything Returns to Dust

by Scream at the Sun· from Chant of the Misanthropic

I came here to stone you; will you turn your cheek? I came here alone now; shield the young and the meek Clouds of anger, fists of rage Through the darkness, a violent stage Gripped with fear, you die a slave Dig for you, a shallow grave No witness, it’s only us Everything returns to dust Bring the living before me; I’ll put the weary to rest Violent retributions, put your flesh to the test Times a taker of all living things, and you’re a puppet on it’s strings Gripped with fear, you die a slave Dig for you, a shallow grave No witness, it’s only us Everything returns to dust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust To see my face before you, then you know it’s too late Reveal my true form to you, steal the breath of your fate Times a taker of all living things, and you’re a puppet on its strings Gripped with fear, you die a slave Dig for you, a shallow grave No witness, it’s only us Everything returns to dust Return to dust I came here to stone you; will you turn your cheek? I came here alone now; shield the young and the meek Clouds of anger, fists of rage Through the darkness, a violent stage Gripped with fear, you die a slave Dig for you, a shallow grave No witness, it’s only us Everything returns to dust Bring the living before me; I’ll put the weary to rest Violent retributions, put your flesh to the test Times a taker of all living things, and you’re a puppet on it’s strings Gripped with fear, you die a slave Dig for you, a shallow grave No witness, it’s only us Everything returns to dust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust To see my face before you, then you know it’s too late Reveal my true form to you, steal the breath of your fate Times a taker of all living things, and you’re a puppet on its strings Gripped with fear, you die a slave Dig for you, a shallow grave No witness, it’s only us Everything returns to dust Return to dust