Rory David

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
In the silence where the angels weep,
A silent scream, a promise to keep,
The Good are warriors, with hearts of steel,
They fight for the lost, for love that's real.
Unconditional fire, burning bright,
Guiding the way through the endless night,
No expectations, just open hands,
Building a future on shifting sands.

(Chorus)
Three kinds of souls in this wretched land,
The Good, The Bad, and the Dead who stand,
Crushed beneath the weight of their own regrets,
Searching for a way to find their debts.
The Good, The Bad, and the Dead will rise,
In a world of darkness, who wears the disguise?

(Verse 2)
The Bad are scavengers in a bloodied trench,
Stealing from kin, a heartless wrench,
No conscience to guide them, they dance with lies,
With empty eyes that reflect the skies.
They’ll sell their own for a handful of gold,
A twisted tale that’s been forever told,
Greed is their anthem, betrayal their creed,
No mercy for the ones left to bleed.

(Chorus)
Three kinds of souls in this wretched land,
The Good, The Bad, and the Dead who stand,
Crushed beneath the weight of their own regrets,
Searching for a way to find their debts.
The Good, The Bad, and the Dead will rise,
In a world of darkness, who wears the disguise?

(Bridge)
And the Dead, they wander through eternal haze,
Lost in a labyrinth, in a timeless maze,
Searching for salvation, a flickering light,
Haunted by whispers that echo the night.
Trapped in a memory, a ghostly embrace,
Yearning for freedom, to find their place.
With every breath, an echo of pain,
The cycle of life, forever insane.

(Breakdown)
Survival is a battle, in a world so cold,
Darkness envelops, the story unfolds,
Retribution rising like a tempest of fire,
For the sins of the Bad who crawl through the mire.
Yet somewhere beyond, the Good’s light remains,
A beacon of hope through the blood and the chains.

(Chorus)
Three kinds of souls in this wretched land,
The Good, The Bad, and the Dead who stand,
Crushed beneath the weight of their own regrets,
Searching for a way to find their debts.
The Good, The Bad, and the Dead will rise,
In a world of darkness, who wears the disguise?

(Outro)
In the war of shadows, the fates intertwine,
With every heartbeat, a choice to define,
The Good will endure, while the Bad shall fall,
But the Dead are just echoes, lost in it all.
The Good, The Bad, and the Dead, we are one,
In this heavy metal life, the reckoning’s begun!