The Chalice - INHUMAN

Beggars, sons of emptiness

Mud eaters

Raise your arms towards the chalice

Destiny, divine will, fate, call it as you please

What is yours will be taken

This is how it’s supposed to be

No hope from above or bellow

Scorn and begging, misery and despair

Look up the stars, they shine so bright

Dream away

Tomorrow all will be the same

Dig down below, ‘til the hell reveals its horns

And if you make it back

You will feed your diamonds to the pigs

Beggars, sons of emptiness

Mud eaters

Raise your arms towards the chalice

What is yours will be taken

This is how it’s supposed to be

No hope from above

Scorn and begging, misery and despair

Fire everlasting, not purifying but destroyer