The Wounded Kings - The Sons Of Belial lyrics

Cold eyes, gaze on obsidian skies* A single tear, the end of the last days Weep an ocean, flood this cursed land Our darkest days have come at last We are the Sons of Belial Called upon to rise again We are the Sons of Belial Dead eyes, stare from eternal sleep She who weeps, waits in her shadowed womb Mourn the pa**ing of the child she's lost Her darkest days are here at last I despair of this world Despise what we've become Turn to ash under this dying sun I despair of this world When will we die Return to dust, in the years of decline