The Impaled Slave

Hollow words from the narrow preaching's that you read
Lost mind, lost soul to the never ending greed
A strong ideal that's been steeped in vanity
You find it hard to see, blind hypocrisy

Impaled by Satan, your compulsive destiny
Now you [A7grovel at his feet, wishing to [C7]be [Am]freed
The beast you [A7became emerged as one of burden
Chained to [C7]his throne, your tɾue purpose darkened

As a force against the winters night you [A7burn in hells flame
Jealousy inside of you, there's no one else to [C7]blame
Calling from the hall [Em]up high they tɾied to [C7]save your name

Let it be, an empty chair beside us
This one saw no other path and [Bm]has put forth no effort
Let it be, a test for [Dm7]all [Em]among [Am]us
This devil's word has power still but the old gods guide us

And now, your deceptive lies fall [Em]on [C7]deaf ears
They hold the memory of you [A7and [Bm]your wasted years
A fruitless effort to [C7]stand [Bm]on [C7]equal ground
No will to [C7]move until he calls, ɾesolve not found