This track took the shortest amount of time to write, but is no less enjoyable for it.
As a rule we fight for riches
As a rule we send the poor
What if the way we did things changed
How about they fight our way?
Throw them down into the pit, yeah
Let them scream their empty words
Let them claw against the walls
They realise the worst has come
When judgement comes, takes your life
Prized possessions mean nothing
All your wealth can't save you now
The pit will swallow your greed
When it's done, the game is over
And you cry to be let out
We will turn and walk away
The walls cave in, the game is done.
from Ancrum Moor
track released March 15, 2013
Dan Mailer - All Instruments.
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