Withering Surface - The White Path Lyrics

Orbital decay, sadle the right horse

The sickness of their weakness

Their pain values high



And our lives seems so empty

Upon the savage shores

Laughing in controlled madness

Have a look, but not too deep



Orbital decay, raise the iron flag

Leave the path astray

The White Path



The deeds, the rights, the cross of iron

The faith, the trust, raise the iron flag



The White Path

Enter self, follow the path againt the lying faith

Leave your sign, raise the flag

Place the trust in the dying race



Orbital decay, sadle the right horse

The sickness of their weakness

Their pain values high



Orbital decay, raise the iron flag

Leave the path astry

Sense the lying plague

Resist before it is too late