Buried Hopes - Mouth Of The Architect

Buried hopes one day will rise,

Remind our hearts of what could’ve been.

The sun will rise again.

The sun goes down as days do pass,

I won’t forget.

A new day will come.

You will be broken.

And victims, they may die along the path.

A necessary cost.

And the losses we all must face,

Make us stronger in the end.

I will slip the blade deep into your back.

Like you did to me a thousand times before.

You will fall.

We will struggle as I have before,

Still attempting to love you like a brother.

When the vile stench of your blood fades away,

This will be my day.