Whispering pines
Tell a story of an afterlife
Where heaven goes to die

A darkened forest of corpses
Stacked to the sky
Where every angel weeps and God cries
God cries

Kingdom of rust
Once gold turned to dust
Hope remains extinct
The shadow from the trees
Shows a picture of a world we've never seen
(Never seen)

A place immune to the suffering never existed
The death choir sings
Immune to the suffering
Servant to the dirt
Devoured by the earth

Let it be done
If it was meant to be
Baptized in waste
Where heaven waits for me

I found where every prayer spends eternity
Where they fall silent
Empty infinity
Crucified time and time again

Whispering winds
Breathe through the leaves
Like needles to the skin
Promises of paradise
Where every angel weeps and God cries
God cries

A place immune to the suffering never existed
The death choir sings
Immune to the suffering
Servant to the dirt
Devoured

A place immune to the suffering never existed
The death choir sings
Immune to the suffering
Servant to the dirt
Devoured by the earth