Вершы: Darkest Hour. An Epitaph.

The future five align
Empty promises, find us all the time
Would your put it on the line?
For the lost and frozen years

Leave us the bastard sons
Leave us, the broken ones
To fend for ourselves
One by one

An epitaph, not worth looking back
Another sunset falls, on red on black
We hit a wall of dotted lines
An epitaph, not worth looking back

Post cards of dust on bones
If the bad news doesn't beat us home

Leave us the bastard sons
Leave us, the broken ones
To fend for ourselves
One by one

An epitaph, not worth looking back
Another sunset falls, on red on black
We hit a wall of dotted lines
An epitaph, not worth looking back

A rusted chain of sympathy
For time well wastes, losses faded
A rusted chain of sympathy
For time well wasted, losses

Leave us the bastard sons
Leave us the broken ones
To fend for ourselves
One by one

An epitaph, not worth looking back
Another sunset falls, on red on black
We hit a wall of dotted lines
An epitaph, not worth looking back