Letra de The Mean Spirits, Breathing

Welcome to the new age where wealth is weighed in spirit
And only dead men beam
There is no light in the loam
Sparks in the ash
Exhume the light
Entomb breathing hate
Vicious hearts are alive
The noble are dead
The earth thrives on the substance of its corpses
Mean Spirits, breathing, befoul the air
Above ground tread the wretched
Destiny has been careless in how it's filled our tombs
What rots underground
The remains scattered
Was a godsend to mankind:
Gentle hearts once nourished with hope and compassion
As flesh judges flesh, bury the bodies bred in malice:
Spite will smother in soil
And I would trade 1000 lives for you
For one more moment in farewell
One more mere moment
1000 lives
For you