Parade of the wretched

In dark woods no one wears crown None of us Thus we kneel before past resignations We're carving trails, red in tooth and claw (We're) Hollowed shades as triumphant as ruined In maze we fail to lighten our burden, to enlighten our faces This Plague is still in motion We're to blame for all the thorns we bear These wounds are words Rules of runes prevail Sore and distressed souls Hold the pace Chaos is the air All of us ignite old fires Filled with rage No matter how far we went, no matter how far we get This Plague has done its odd work