When empty thrones have spoken
You will know
The worth of souls.
Don't pray for those fallen
They don't relent feeding
From their own sense of failure/chasing ghosts.
And when they run screaming all the way, We lack the faith! We let it go!
When empty thrones have spoken,
You will know the worth of souls.
You will know the worth of souls.
Frail grace still, hold their place in arms broken of shape.
Yet, they are replacing anchor for their grave
Shallow impression that Fades
When empty thrones have spoken.
You will know the worth of souls.
You will know the worth of souls.
Don't pray for those fallen
They don't relent feeding from their own...
And when they run screaming all the way, We lack the faith! We let it go!
When empty thrones have spoken,
You will know the worth of souls.
Empty thrones have spoken,
You will know the worth of souls.