Alburnum - On the Bones of Pilgrims Lyrics

This fortress has stood for ages
Yet teetering and weak
Held up by sycophants
Who lack their own beliefs
The gates are choked with ivy
The hinges brittle with rust
Rotting from the inside out
With envy and mistrust
On the bones of pilgrims
This fortress was built
Battlement upon battlement
The sanctum of lost souls
What becomes of the children?
What becomes of the poor?
What becomes of the beggars?
Their bones have built these walls
Caustic words like vomit
From blackened throats spill
The lord of lies and suspicion
On his throne of filth
On the bones of pilgrims
This fortress was built
Battlement upon battlement
This sanctum of lost souls
What becomes of the children?
What becomes of the poor?
What becomes of the beggars?
Their souls live in these walls
The walls of this living tomb
Hold the bones of the damned
Their stone faces smiling
For they don't know they are dead
Entombed eternally
In their castles up high
Laughing silently
In their palace of rot and grime
The sky is falling
Our bridges are burning
The walls are crumbling
And the fortress comes tumbling down
The sky is falling
Our bridges are burning
The walls are crumbling
And the fortress comes tumbling down