Damned, Dead and Grand

Cold and recluse
Useless, abused

I stand in the land of the damned, dead and grand

Fighting from pain
I maim to sustain

I stand in the land of the damned, dead and grand

On the verge of sorrow
I see no tomorrow

I stand in the land of the damned, dead and grand

Dying for breath
And living for death

I stand in the land of the damned, dead and grand

They expand on their plans
And grab with black hands
And make their demands...
Let blood drench the sand

By the end of this tale
The meek shall prevail
And all that enslaved and oppressed shall thus fail

But until such a time
Let the beast's flames be fanned

For we stand in the land of the damned, dead and grand!