BUZZARDS WATCHING,

JUST NOT ABLE TO SEE BLOOD ON THERE HANDS,

SHACKLES AND CHAINS LAYING AT THERE FEET,

HAD MY LAST MEAL,

LEATHER STRAPS BIND ME AS I AM BEING SLAIN.

YOU’RE HAVING TO LOOK, OUR EYES NEVER LEAVE THE OTHERS,

JUST TRYING TO SAY OUR GOOD-BYS,

EVERYTHING BURNING UP ON THE INSIDE,

LONG DARK CLOUDS ROLLING IN,

SLOWLY MOVING INTO THE DARK OF NIGHT,

TASTING DEATH.

TIME TO WAKE UP, NOT ANOTHER DAY MORE,

SOMETHING WE BOTH HAVE TO DEAL WITH,

MESSING WITH OUR HEADS, DAMN IT ALL TO HELL,

YOU MAY NOT BE ABLE TO GO,

ALL THAT WE HAVE SHARED

IS JUST COLD HARD FACTS,

KIND OF TIRED, OFF TO THE UNKNOWN,

LONG DARK CLOUDS ROLLING IN,

SLOWLY MOVING INTO THE DARK OF NIGHT,

TASTING DEATH.

SAINTS OF HELL ARE STANDING,

OUR HEAVENS WILL NEVER BE ABOVE,

THERE SON HAVING NO MEANING,

ANGER BEING THE SILENT KILLER,

GIVEN MY SOUL, TAKEN ME AWAY TO THE HILL,

HAIL TO THEM ALL.

DARKNESS MY BLOOD HAS RUN INTO YOUR RIVER,

SEEING THE SKY THAT GOES ON FOREVER,

CALLING MY NAME,

WALL OF FLAMES STANDING,

SHARING PAIN,HATE,LOVE,

LONG DARK CLOUDS ROLLING IN,

SLOWLY MOVING INTO THE DARK OF NIGHT,

TASTING DEATH.

BY

TOMMY LYNN SELLS